Aries

my taste buds are tingling... my sweet and sour addiction... my toxic craving... my mastered personality match... my satisfier and intrigue... my unthinkable perfection... dammit aries we are no good for each other

stuck

i keep hop scotching backwards
from 8 all the way to 2
in limbo on the idea of us

i'm stuck

fucking reminiscing
you tasted and felt perfect
your lips caressed me with each kiss

my intense bittersweet potion

we are no good for each other

perfect matched

see aries its not that i dislike you i just cant fight the notion of wanting you
i've lost sleep and tried blinking you out of my visions memory
still, fucking still, i'm fucking you still
making love it seems our fucking has gotten so strong

i proudly wore you around... my favorite gear
my unsaid routine
working perfectly
tisk tisk tisk

get off my mind
still im pursuing you

you've topped my smooth operations
ive topped you
you've topped me
we've topped couches
mounted faces
savored tastes
sexed in all places
filled spaces with tongues and thumbs and grips
we've clipped each other into current events
collaged our evenings
dined and worn glistening smiles
families accepted

i mean the ease here needs no further definition
i could scribble and stutter and you'd know the end to all my sentences

toxic aries... can you not see why i must stay away?