Fetish

Everytime I see him,
I think of Hershey’s
and hot chocolate
velvet and satin softness
sweet, gentle laughter
and light lingering kisses.
I think of sweet shit
like the sound of gentle rain,
the crackling of the fireplace
and lovers holding hands
in the dark
talking low over a little Teddy Pendergrass.
Everytime I see him,
I think about doodling
hearts and x’s and o’s
and writing some type of love poem
about romance and passion
and bells ringing in chapel halls.
I think of holding him
and being held inside his need
and the desire to touch his skin with my skin
is because I want to be him
be a part of him
feel him be every part of me
cause he got me writing romance novels
and Hallmark movie endings
and happily ever always
every damn time I see him.