Hot Chocolate

All that skin is too much to take in. Those thighs have hypnotized these eyes and I just can’t let go of the sight of you. That smile – like a ray of light shedding focus on this dark world of mine. Treat me like fire, baby. Get close enough for warmth. But I’m too hot to the play with. So let’s take it easy and just bask in the glory and wonder if this moment.

I need a little more time with only you on my mind and I don’t want to wonder about the other side yet. Can we stay here? Can we please stay right here? On this campus, on this corner, in this bed – sandwiched between what we know and the brink of no return.

Memories of you as I sip my hot chocolate.

Olive Benson