I want you to know that,

in this place

I still see you naked,

your lips near my face.

Beneath far too many layers

I see the layers of you,

remembering all that your

beautiful body can do.

Now, whenever your hand hits my hair,

I go back to that night

soft, quiet whispers, 

everything feeling so right.

It’s not just my body,

you’ve put a spell on my entire being.

Of you, boy, I’m not letting go.

You, I intend on keeping.

~j~