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Sneaking Out Of School

You remind me of sneaking out of school,

finding myself in fields,

where adventure awaits,

if I can be brave enough.

I am thinking of adventure,

as you sleep beside me,
already disturbed several times,

by my inconvenient need to be out of bed.

You forgive me,

welcoming me back into your lair,

holding my hand,

with familiar tenderness,

as you journey back to your own adventure,

and once again,

I am alone,

in a sense.

I see bright sunlight through the trees,

you awake,

the grass is soft against my legs,

when I kiss you,

I feel free,

and there is birdsong in the background.

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Desire In Dreams

You fall in frustration,

screaming at the soft carpet that greets you,

because I torture you,

ever elusive,

long legs,

across your desk,

long monologue,

where I pretend not to notice,

that you want me.

I talk about it some more,

your desire is my world,

and all the world’s a stage,

for girls like me.

My lips are soft,

and yours are cursing me,

they collide every time I try to continue speaking,

because you’re rushing me,

for your own sake,

and eventually mine.

I watch you lose your mind.

Last night,

I dreamed that we went to see a movie,

stuck to the seats,

as your hands decided to be sordid,

hungry for something the snack counter didn’t stock,

I was devoured by a demon that had already consumed my soul,

and I woke up from that,

like nothing was wrong.

How does that make you feel?

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Letters

Soft sighs,

as I see you,

in my cards,

heart racing,

as the future finds me,

alone in my bedsheets.

I write you a love letter,

inside of my head,

I will never ever send it,

but I will trace the syllables onto your skin,

as you sleep beside me,

hoping that you’ll understand,

the things I find hard to give away.

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Dormir Contigo

Mirrored,

under the moonlight,

that is soft,

and just a little curious,

I say yes,

when you ask me to stay,

meeting you,

in a place that already feels familiar,

your name,

already so familiar,

to a mouth that was still mourning,

but saw new life,

in the lillies,

that are ready to die.

I am ready to live.

Singing Dormir Contigo,

as I make myself presentable,

barely present,

because my mind has already left the house,

heading down the astral highway,

to how you looked at me,

when I woke up next to you,

how your eyes seemed to shine,

only for me,

and I felt so alive,

with you.