Perspectives

Give me all your kisses

Soft touching in the dark, rough somewhere. Some would count them boring, dull, doing this to themselves. But why let fighting win loving?

They weren't always together but when they were, it was bliss. They'd lie awake all night, making love, wrapped in each others arm, getting to know every corner of each others bodies, every mark and every scar. Tainting their bodies with love marks.

Their love was undeniably infinite. Two souls of the same thing. The arms of each other their favourite place to hide from the world. How could someone tell them not to be together?

When they'd lie in bed he'd look to the side at 04:00 am and count her breaths in his head, her freckles, her laugh lines and wonder how many he'd given her.

Their love wasn't something someone else could understand and they didn't care for them. The world would disappear when they lay together, so why care for it.

They'd have tea in the morning and his beard would look so good in the sunlight that shun through the pines. Sometimes they'd leave the used teabags on the table and go back to bed. A sanctuary.

The room lit with blue from the ever night outside the chill windows. He held her around her ribcage, falling slowly in love or to sleep, he did not know.

"you love me" she breathed out with smoke following.

He ran his finger down the line from between her breasts and down her stomach, ending just above the rim of her underwear.

He grabbed her body with his hands and lifter her on top of him. They looked into each others eyes.

"give me all your kisses"

Locked in each others gaze they drifted off into another one of their sleepless, sound full nights.