REMEMBER ME || K. Th

Bliss & Bullets.

Play the song above:
'Power' by Isak Danielson
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[MATURE CONTENT]

Same night....

My top lost somewhere between the pale-purple sheets of your bed. Your moist lips ran down my cleavage leaving inks of pink & peaches, climbing to my neck and collar bones. Repeating the same.
My fingers pressed against your naked back, your lean and tone shoulder blades flexing against my skin. Could feel your heart drumming there, vibrating through my veins.
A feeble sigh feathering off my lips at the touch of your wet tongue beneath my ear, your blue-veined arms snakes around my thighs and waist, with me on your lap, straddling.

You loved it.

You craved more for it.

Could tell from the way your hips swayed against mine, beckoning me.

The hunger in your fingernails drawing stars and comets on my back, revealing a world of space to every pore of mine. With not a single word said, they abruptly slipped into my lilac strap, rubbing, sparking fire. The friction, magnificent. The need eating you up, your impatient hands which recklessly unhooked my bra proving the same fact.

"Subae-nim-"

"Shh..."

An index finger so long and slender pressed against my swollen lips, just like your blazing gaze. Your rapid breaths fanning against my lips, carrying the warmth of a thousand lights.

And I could only melt. Could only surrender.

What power did I even hold to stop an Ocean like you after all.

Like a bolt in the blue, you flipped me over. My bare back sunken into the abysses of your mellow bed, you bare chest pressed against the champers of my heart, pounding & exploding together, composing a symphony of their own.

"Beautiful..."

You exhaled into my ears, fingers taking off my thin straps, slipping them off my shoulders, letting them fall down, painfully slow, tracing me through your tease.

The lilac long departed from my skin, with my blossoms revealed out open, for you. The ripe cherries, pink and puckered, waiting for your touch, begging to be plucked.

Needier. That's what I too was then I guess.

Caught in the trap named 'You' I could do nothing, could barely think properly. The essence of rationality long gone from my mind, overtaken by the love & passion for you. Such passion which I had no clue of before, neither the existence, nor the intense.