And everything is fast, it's all sudden and you're blending all your colors with his as he kisses purple into your neck. It's kind of like art, you think, as you're feeling everything, as you're feeling nothing, as all you two are is now together. You're clinging, grabbing, holding so this moment won't get away from you, so he won't slip through your fingers like the sand of mistakes from before. You and him are so present, right here, right now. Your fingers claw their way down his back, so you can leave marks the shape of yourself there and he will look at them and never forget you. He is whispering, whimpering, into your skin and he is almost as helpless as you. Both of you slip into each other like a favorite sweater and it is warm and soft and loving.
YOU ARE READING
aligning stars
Poesíai collected the stars for you but you already had the moon ❁book of original poems and prose❁
