its 3 am
you poke my side, tickle me up against the wall as
you walk me back to my room
I grab your arms and sling them around my waist
you pull me close and I can’t tell if
this is new or the way it has always been
your face is familiar but this distance
is terrifying
your hands activate a dominant sense of
freedom, my carnal body feeds yours
and I can’t help but tremble in your arms

just last week you were hers
I sat through the heartache, I watched as you
broke free, never expecting you’d fly to me

and now all I can think about is your tongue
and I know that’s cliché but right now
with your hands around my waist and
your eyes on my lips
and my hands on your neck
I can’t see clearly under these
florescent dorm hall lights

its 3 am so we have to keep
it quiet, each noise, each suspicion
sparks a greater sense of intimacy
between us
I secretly hope to get caught,
one pair of eyes would pull us out
of this midnight dream into the
reality I so desperately crave

I pull you into the elevator where
adrenaline and lust gravitate us to another
level.
I’m in your arms, wrapped tightly in your
embrace. You’re the warmest human I’ve
ever experienced and I pray the elevator
never reaches its destination. I pray that the
daylight never reaches our thoughts,
never purifies our judgment, never reminds us of
the danger we’re in

I want to forget what this love could do
I want to forget our friends who need
us to stay friends
right now, none of that means anything
I can’t see past the eyes staring at me,
telling me I’m the most beautiful
girl you’ve ever seen
I look up at you and whisper
“you’re fun”
through bated breathe
you squeeze me tight and say
“so are you”
in this moment, its simple
right now, its tantalizing and
I can’t get over the way your hands feel
on my body
I shut my eyes and pull my hand into
yours. I feel the elevator bump beneath
our feet. I hear it ding, doors open, and
I shut my eyes harder.