“Fuck you”
you say smiling
as we shove each other
and boomerang back onto each others faces
Our kiss urgent and starving
Spinning on the spot
two leaves blown together
backpack against the cold wall
you mock how I’m standing
your leg hooked around my hip and I’m
steaming
a laugh between kisses
I saw the hair on her stomach
I want to skim it with my lip
I saw the hair in her armpit
I want to stroke it with my nose
I want to lick the back of her teeth
I want to kiss her when she tastes like cigarettes
I want to bite her glasses
