Coffee Shop Sessions

rip out my insides,
pull out the intestines
from the gut punches bruised,
the heart that heaves
and beats rapidly for thee,
the mind that overthinks
and runs ceaselessly over everything,
pull it all out,
it does nothing for me,
it only runs for you.

my hands were made to hold only you
my arms were made to embrace you
my legs were made to wrap around you
my hips were made to rise and sink
with your every move
my lips were made to kiss only you
my eyes were made to only see you

i, and this body, was made
for you