Inside

besos are the best when you've got nothing to do but give
and give, and take, and give some more.
feet aren't on the ground but they're somewhere
get the worry out
i'm dying to know what the inside of you looks like
as your scent lures my nose like a hook
and my face is hot and red, because i'm losing my breath.
i'm in love with the dents in your shoulders
if i was small enough i'd crawl inside and sleep for a week
hoping i wasn't something you'd want to scratch off
unless i was the winning lottery ticket you claim me to be.
is it fate? the way your lips twist with a joke, a broma
making me shake with my whole body,
for i've given up on the simple laugh.
you've got stories to tell and i'm eager to please,
to hear each and every syllable and understand everything.
just promise me when you lock the door you won't shut me out
that i might be waiting in your room with my small, red book
supplied with captions that lead me closer and closer to the inside
until i'm filled to the brim with knowing