march seventh, two-thousand eighteen

for the kid i keep going back to like a chinese buffet

he smelt like chinese food

and i couldn't get enough of it.

his touch was soft and warm

and his arms felt like home.

he smelt like chinese food

and the way our lips gravitated

towards the other was like 

we couldn't wait another minute.

he smelt like chinese food

and his mouth on mine

had me feel that each moment

led directly to this one.

he smelt like chinese food

and he keeps bringing me back for more.

his touch was so natural

and made me think that this was bound to happen.