soft skin and red wine,
neck kissing starts the night
red lipstick, rose petals
warm bath, with candles lit
an elegant silence, like the way
she moves her body makes
her mind set itself into the feeling
the night proceeds
i realize now that
her moan was the first time
i heard real music
high up on the hills
of her chest, a humid blanket forms
deep down through her valleys
two fingers feel the warmth of streams
she gasps and begs through a whisper
for words to cruise from her breath
to my ear,
her nails sink into the flesh carpet
and leaves scars, but onto her mind
her eyes dance effervescently to no music,
but the beating of her heart,
she can feel the rush, of the moment
so can her thighs, as they quiver horribly,
she leaves in the morning, inadvertently neglecting her dignity,
she accepts the responsibility
since she consciously allowed herself
to be cracked,
and now she has been broken.
- k y r v t
