I have a red warmth
burned onto my skin,
and a boiling blaze jumping from my heart
to my thighs.
My God, he is beatiful.
My feelings for him haven't dissipated
-- they've hidden
under a dusty rock, in a dark room,
behind the lockers, under the floorboard
of my mind.
Yes it was physical
but he has a heart and a mouth that I both adore.
Badass might be his trait,
but romantic and tight he is too.
My little rebel,
why not come back to me?
I may not always have it together,
but you are my ethical hero;
I want us to have something.
Love, come back to me.