// a piece of my heart //

he touches me

his hands touch me like no other. i'm helpless, and i wouldn't have it any other way. i breathe in every kiss he brings to my collar bones, lightly wrapping my leg around his waist. his record spins softly and the light scratch of the needle on vinyl mixed with the pale of the early morning streaming through the window coats the room with a magical feeling. lazily, sleepily, i drag my fingers along his shoulder blades, pulling him closer to me. his lips turn into a breath-taking smile and he gazes down at me, using his eyes to asl permission. instead of answering with a nod or vocals, i lean forward and grab him by his hair, roughly attaching my lips to his. i can hear the birds chirping in the trees as his teeth sink into the soft flesh of my bottom lip. my eyes glance to the clock ticking snail-paced on the wall: 5:42 AM. my eyes flutter closed as he rests his weight between my hips. the blankets fold and curve into a mess around us, and all i can see is the light pouring through the stained glass and pooling around my bare skin. using my elbows to prop myself up i lightly pull his face up to meet mine. the blue on the window reflects onto his cheek bones and the green on his neck. those eyes i've grown accustomed too search mine, flick to my lips, and back up again. he smiles before gently kissing my forehead, rolling off me and rotating me on top of him. i rest my fragile hands on his chest, and the feeling of skin on skin and the sound of the now drizzling rain turns his hazel eyes nearly black, the music stopping, his record waiting to be flipped. i can't help but compare him to the devil. but maybe i'm too much of an angel to care.