lately ive been second guessing this whole thing. where’s the passion? the spark? when we kiss it tastes and feels sweet. my lips dont tingle, i dont get goosebumps. i feel comfortable, i feel wrapped in a warm, safe, blanket and as if my tummy is full of warm milk. 

but is it wrong to want passion that leaves me with my body aching and craving for more, for my fingertips to feel as if they’re on fire when i touch you, for my heart to beat so hard my chest hurts, for our kisses to feel like we’re never going to kiss again. where are the bruises? the bite marks? the scratches? we evolved from animals, and we are allowed to treat each other as such if we feel that much for each other

maybe im just used to being burned; maybe that’s what i perceive as normal now.

the bright daylight is muffled by your blinds, letting sun pour in as streaks on your bed. and we lay side by side, face to face, softly kissing each other. i stroke your face. you run your hand slowly down my arm. and each time, i keep my eyes wide open. i look at your face; is it because i want something else to be distracted by as we kiss? because what if the reason we close our eyes is because what we feel is enough and we don’t have to be visually entertained while we feel each other so passionately.

and so im sitting here, writing this today, wondering if im doing this all wrong or if im thinking all of this wrong