i can’t describe how wonderful you are
but the most selfish parts of me still wish that you weren’t
and wish that you were as flawed as everyone else on this planet
and that your flaws would transcend far enough to reach me
in ways that would help me miss you a little less
because sometimes i miss hearing you admit that you want to taste me
and sometimes i still think about being tasted
and you holding me in your mouth
and gripping these sheets