Little Things in Life

The one on your mind

(I don't really know how to put this into a warning thing, so like I'll just say there's some sexual content; though indirect) 

Pale skin, full lips, plump hips.

Hair pulled back, back arched.

Hands clenched, mouth open.

Liquid pooled between your legs,

heat and adrenaline gathered there.

Sheets tossed away; gold linen.

Gray eyes opened from the bliss,

like a drug, you've become addicted,

and to be the one on your mind.

The next day, your lip bleeding,

your teeth wearing down at it,

your tongue wearing down my thoughts.

I hide between messy hair,

parting it only to stare at your perfection,

while you always looked away.

Intoxicating perfume drifts my way,

and my lungs burn in lust,

and my heart clenches like hands on sheets.

Night comes and day goes,

and I dream of touching beautiful skin.

And dream of being in love with you.