me | oxytocin | you

I wanna eat your blue eyes.
I just wanna eat them for breakfast
the morning after.
I just wanna stare into your lack of soul
for the happy-after.
I just want this longing, lasting, libidinous lost lust to die at once.
Fuck me with your eyes open
because I like swapping between lovers while I come. I get bored easily.
Fuck me with your eyes open
so I can pretend to look into the depths of you.
You're making love
I'm making memories.
Because sometimes,
the internet is down and I wanna have a backup.