as if i haven’t been thinking about you all day 

as if i haven’t been messy with it 

like i don’t care how it looks

like i don’t care if i’m desperate

(because god, i am) 

i need you

is that too much?

drunk off the idea of your hand against my lower back

(my inner thigh, maybe?)

could you want that? could you want me? 

...do you already?

not nearly as much as i want you

that’s not even possible, babe.

if desire is a spark

then fuck, i must be a forest fire

burning to ashes and shadows 

for your eyes only.