something else

sometimes I wonder if it was love or something else

an undeniable magnetism in my bones

or a tremor of the nerves that simply never ceased to consume me

a fluke or a smile

that drew me to you 

when the drinks in our glasses dwindled away and the night drew to an end 

I smirked at you and 

wondered if it was love or something else

that possessed your soul when your breath hitched in your throat and suddenly

your hands were up my skirt and your fingers were caught in my hair 

my body asked me if it was it love or something else

when you plastered me between you and the wall and my eyes rolled up to a heaven I didn't believe in

as your mouth lay claim to my collarbone and 

as your nose folded into my neck

your lips wrote stories of love or something else as they trailed up my stomach and when you kissed me I thought that maybe

love was the lingering taste of the burnt caramel sundae 

we'd shared hours ago and in that moment your skin tasted

of something else

the next morning as the sun filtered through your hair and I 

brushed my nose against the giddy flush that flooded your cheeks 

your eyelashes fluttered and you grinned and then

flipped me over and I was once more disarmed because still I didn't know

if it was it love or something else that made your voice hoarse as dawn

when you told me you'd like to fuck me again

and as your fire burned through every square inch of me

and as our bodies melted into one another and as you

whispered with your tongue between my thighs that

you'd like to swallow me whole and 

as breathlessly between moans I said I wouldn't mind 

I realized that I didn't really care

if this was love or something else.

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