philophobia

occurrences

Lying in the crook of your neck,

I'm nestled against your shoulder,

lips meet with burning exhale,

we shift.

Your back pressed to the chilling glass,

legs around my hips,

heat radiating from your chest,

saving me from the brisk cool.

A sigh,

snuggling into the broad expanse of shoulders,

ear warming on the beat beat beat of your heart.

Just as my eyes begin to close,

your chin and cheek find the open skin of my neck,

a soft kiss in pressed between my eyes,

and I see the love in your smile.