Every opinion every lyrical poem the words are the same about this girl I’m all hung up on. Holding hands I’ve gotten used to how it feels or how it felt when we’d spend all day cupped and lying on top of love in and of itself has to be enough. We can easily spend hours keeping to ourselves never missing out on the wanting. Maybe today might be on of those days where we miss out on nothing. It’s serious this love of ours we keep hidden away, just this morning she crept up close whispering trigger words. Her silhouette moving in the mirror in a way, hips sway, to the round hoop on hips. Eyes fall and catch up it’s easy to watch the girl right now against a new year where we’re forced to stay inside. She and I the key and ignition. My face lights up, she plays with my skin softly on fingertips, sure, I want to do it exclusively with her. A thousand different ways, just this girl and her secret recipes impossible now to duplicate I can’t remember to make mind my up. Focusing on her side hip she hooks with her leg all the edges are smoothing out. It feels good doing it with this girl steady keeping pace the girl stumbles forward on knees and palms and then she looks there in front of her the morning takes all day to finish up. Love in and of itself is worth giving especially when you find the one that’ll just show up and ask to be kissed behind locked doors she’s free to give herself to her one she looks up to the most.