bittersweet expectations,
are all i see now;
your kisses are haven to my lips,
but a hellish pound to the rattle in my chest,
the wonders of your hips are extravendous maps to the adventurer in my hands,
but only realization of the drug you are to the aching in my head.
and all your face does to me is remind me of how lost i am to the touch of your own.