and I sink into him, grateful for
his warmth. “I love you.”
And I love you. His mouth covers
mine. His lips are soft, and his tongue
tastes of cinnamon. My heart rockets.
This kiss is somehow different than
all the others. It builds in intensity,
and with no one around to take
notice, I have no reason to slow
the swell. Bryce’s apple-rain scent
envelopes me. I gulp it in. Devour it.
Want to devour him. What sorceress
has possessed me, infusing every
nerve ending with intense desire?
SORCERY OR HORMONES
Something has possessed me,
and whatever it is, it stops
kissing Bryce. But only long
enough to say, “Come on.”
It leads him down the hall,
into my bedroom. I think
I should stop it. Don’t know
if I can. Don’t know if I want to.
Autumn (me?) has no control
as it invites Bryce onto my bed.
He pushes me back against
my pillow. Peels away his shirt.
Unbuttons mine. Stares down
at me with love (lust) harbored
in his eyes. Wow, he says, before