Tangerine tides,
I lie down,
Surrounded by.

Morning within the quiet of a wave and its crash. You in the room a stroll back, sleeping, beautifully. Rest, my Prince. Last night before orange rose, you decide to get me drunk on strawberry wine, licking whip cream off key lime pie with me held down by the weight of yourself. Those arms… those eyes.

You decide to not let me rest. We talk for hours, the kind of talk when you’re hard for hours. Playing with me, seeing me, letting me see all of you, touch all of you while you are touching me. How it is when a man decides happiness is me.

I go in the morning only to return to you, ready for you with your taboo words, “Ma…”
Licorice,
Candy,
Cherry,
Divine,
Sunset,
Before sunrise,
Tangerine sublime.