Let’s end this here

I let him kiss me
the only way I knew,
hot then cold
a storm
in purview.
definitely above lust
certainly below love
maybe he could teach me to swim,
I think as
his lips course my neck
can he actually lead me?
or are
his lips just my sin? is my neck his win?
are we really planting seeds
for our future kin?
these questions so far out.
any longer
& my neck would have the same fortune as van Gogh's ear.
"let's end this here"
an answer I can whisper, with ease
in his right ear.