i want your body on mine
i want your lips on mine
i want your hands in my hair
i want your legs around my waist
i want to feel your breath on my skin,
hear you whisper in my ear,
have you say my name over and over
i never get tired of hearing your voice...
i want you under me,
want to press my lips to your skin,
want to mark you as mine,
want you to be mine
i want to spend my nights with you
want to wake up with you in my arms,
our limbs tangled together,
warm bodies pressed together
i want you to forget them
selfish as that may be of me
but i hate seeing you sad,
i hate seeing you caught up on them
i want to help you feel better
i want things to be better
but how?
i wish i knew
i wish things could get better
but that's not all i want...
selfishly, i want to call you mine
selfishly, i want to be your boy
selfishly, i want you to move on
selfishly, i want you to be happy
YOU ARE READING
the prospect of death enraptured him/corey's poetry anthology
Poetrythe realities of my life as a trans man from dysphoria to mental illness to sexuality, these poems cover a lot of heavy topics that are all very close to the heart. hopefully you'll find something to help you feel less alone in this lonely world.
