Labia

Most of the time there is no offense to those of whom I keep as company.

Though there may arise a case that surely needs tending, so I make my exit.

I return to my thoughts and unfold two metallic chairs in a quaint apartment , in a quiet district, in the safest city of my heart for you and I to share.

Though they are simply thoughts- they are best to think in privacy with enough space to feel them through, and enough quietness to hear their timbre.

Because your kisses are dynamic like your sighs.

And to be reminded of your stretch with arms skimming through our sheets requires space.

I’m sure the company I keep would not like a mouthful of obsidian black hair or a knee to the chest that they could not see.

I may not always be around. But I’ll keep you as company and call upon you.

Though I always find you waiting- sinking in my chest.

So I will make an exit and return to my room to finding you kissing each one of my fingers with painfully tender lips and falling asleep only to wake to the same.