We embrace, finally wrapping around each other. He sinks into me like eager feet into warm summer sand. The wet British weather taps away on the window pane, gushes of wind pushing against the glass. A sudden strike of light, followed by a low rumble, the room flashes white for a second.
His weight blankets me, dimming my loneliness. I wait as he shuffles around, repositioning his limbs so they perfectly align with my own. We finally latch onto each other, his arm roped around my waist, head laying in my chest - I can even hear the smothered breathing, - small snort escapes my nose and I try moving away to unblock his air ways;
"can you breath?"
He grunts, tensing his arm so I stay put. Realising I've been trapped, I huff but still ribbon my arms around him again and close my eyes.
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoetryPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
