we smoke and we fuck and we smoke and we fuck some more.
burning lungs on your backyard veranda,
shaking knees on your lounge room floor.
I whisper "Happy Birthday" in your ear at midnight,
you're grinding, sinking teeth into my thigh.
the air is thick with wee and sweat and,
I taste myself on your hands.
This is how we spend the night -
my head is pressed against the bathroom mirror
and the world blurs under fluorescent light.
Later,
your hands are around my throat and I'm face down,
breathing in your leather couch.
You carry me to your bed at 4am and
I swear I'm more fucking high from your skin than from the shit in my veins.
we're pressed together in the darkness,
and we're laughing and laughing and laughing.
Soon,
your hands are on my face and my fingers are in your hair.
Eyelids heavy, my mouth is against yours
and you did nails into my waist and I'm losing myself to you,
drowning in your sheets once more.
So I'm saying your name over and over between sighs and gasps,
and you're to God,
holding me so goddamn close against your chest.
So I'm falling asleep with the stupidest grin on my face,
sex-high and stoned,
wrapped up in your favorite shirt.