Don't Think

Your smile is intoxicating,

saturating my bed with nervous sweating.

I want to be more than the next on your list

of pretty necks kissed

Of heads buried in pillows without faces

Of flesh that’s consumed but not tasted

Experience, experiment

Don’t move too slow, just fast enough

Don’t think too much

I can change expressions on your face

but not obsessions on your mind

Your words dance on my chest

I do my best not to let them sink in

Experience, experiment

Don’t move too slow, just fast enough

Don’t think too much

I want to be more than the next on your list

of pretty necks kissed

Of heads buried in pillows without faces

Of flesh that’s consumed but not tasted

-Amber