infinite

i hear, 

   you're gonna wanna hold on tight
your hair in the breeze
on the back of that motorcycle
that brisk September evening

your hair in the breeze,
the white flag in my soul,
that brisk september evening, 
surrendered to the storm in your eyes

the white flag in my heart?
babe, i didn't stand a chance;
surrendered to the storm in your eyes
as your lips graze mine

babe, i didn't stand a chance

on the back of that motorcycle
as your lips graze mine
i hear, 

   you're gonna wanna hold on tight

j.j

outlier.

more than moonlight filling the room
voracity
our eyes lock, intentions clear

   a moving picture show
shadows and silhouettes
as bated breath and flesh collide

your fingertips dancing slowly

across the lace below my waist
rhythm, heat

'til tsunami waves wash over

   come to me

all at once, engulfed

riptides

as you carve my name
into the valleys of my neck with your lips

   l o v e r

avalanches would be jealous
the way we crumble 

beneath the weight

barreling down, spiraling into

our deepest desires

    take me    

my warm nectar on your lips,

dripping down your chin

you

consume

me

j.j.