Songs For The Soul (Jenlisa Oneshots)

We knew it well

(R-18)

We knew it well, that what we have will not last.

We knew it well, that we're both losing ourself.

We knew it well, that most are agaisnt us.

We knew it well, the our love is forbidden.

We knew it well, the all kisses has come to an end.

We knew it well, that we can't be together.

We knew it well, that we should let go of each other's hands.

We knew it well, that our little secret couldn't continue.

But it was harder for me than for her. She can run back to her road while someone is waiting for her at end. And me? Left behind and losing. As much as I want to win, there's no prize prepared for me.

She said she met me at her lowest point, that I brought her back up. I became her safest place, where would she hide when she's afraid. Just like now, when everything around her is falling on the ground. She finds me first, parched for wanting my heat.

Her hands roaming around my body, praising each centimeter of my skin. Her flame cauterize the wounds in my heart, that she also inflicted. I love every bit of it. I love how her tongue dive deeper. I love how my nails draw lines on her arm.

Together, we are a masterpiece. A bold delicate art that is molded into one. The only difference is we can't be displayed for eyes to see. We are meant to be kept on the shadows, under the illumination of actuality. Because once we're reveal, then it's over.

"Ugh" I moaned, my toes curling as she devour me. My fingers tugged her hair, pulling her closer to me. I felt her lips climbed to my chest, she tasted me like ice cream, melting at every lick. Then her hands traveled down, sending electricity to my soul.

"Lisa" I breath out, my hairs sticking on my neck and face. She's been doing me for hours. I can't say no, I don't want too. It's the least option I have to feel her. I miss her every day, and this only comes once in a while.

When she claimed my lips, I lost it again. She kissed me as if I'm the most important thing in her life. She holds me as if I'm dear to her, or I will break any second. We knew it well, that it will end tonight.

"I love you, I really do. But I'm sorry Jennie, we can't be together" her eyes were closed, her face is so near. My tears escaped, so does hers. We embraced each other, she kisses me all over my face as we both cry messily.

She repeatedly whisper her sorry's. Sorry's for the reasons that this is the last time. That we will part ways, that we will forgot each other, that we will no longer love. I buried my fact on her neck, sobbing like there's no tomorrow.

Well there's none really...because we knew it to well. That I will be only her sin, her mistress, and eventually a stranger to her life after this.