The strong output returns
in here all alone with her,
a torturous downpour continues
this is why we lay here and wait.
Hands slip inside of hands
the rain dances and insists
we go along with the weight
so we start this kissing game.
Super light whispers at first
placed on the edge of my chin,
she brings her delicate side
and we fill her empty room
with these heavy sounds.
Just as the hour threatened me
it was my turn to play the game on her.
With the curve of words
I outlined syllables on her earlobe
very harshly biting down.
The sun got bored and left us there
we never saw the room grow dark,
still, we were very hungry.
Her stomach grew louder
from inside her bedroom
fogged up windows blurred the view
lost in the precious hours,
she needed to eat,
properly propped up on elbows.
Feeding her against the backdrop
of playing a kissing game
with a set of expensive chopsticks
of all things, she loves
being this close.
