wish you were here

I want you here
I ache for us
to be (stupid) together
lost (in each other)
arms around each other on the metro
stolen kisses that taste like wine
stretching to clinging impropriety

stumbling off the train
giggling, hurrying, impatient
to close that hotel room door
for hands on skin
for cool sheets and warm lips
for sighs
for gasps that mean things

your hands on my hips
your mouth on my throat
my fingers in your hair
crazy (stupid) drunk
on love/lust/wanting

bookstore secrets
taste different
at this time of night

I’ll bite your lip
just like you want

and you’ll pull me
tighter
closer
into
you

–Charla M. DelaCuadra