That night when she first kissed me, She left a poem in my mouth, and I can hear some of the lines every time she breathe out.
Her lips stuck up onto mine, our hands searching and trailing the depths and new findings of each other's bodies, our breathing heaving and quicken at the same pace of our racing hearts, turning into a whole person just by a simply touch.
Her luscious blonde hair draped over me, like a curtain to hide away the darkness that I feared. Her cheeks flustered, a light mixture of pink and a hint of red as the kiss deepened. More and more as we devoted each other, my hands on her hips and thighs, as hers on my sides and under my shirt.
As the morning sun fully rose over the city, we felt the warm rays of sunlight hit us through the closed windows, cracks of light peering in. The warmth radiate between us, my girl on top and me on the bottom, our lips molded together as a perfect fit, the various birds outside sung a melodious tune as sweet as her moans.
A shiver came upon me and I kissed her lips as if it was air to allow me to breath, my fingers brushing through her soft lock, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as our lips pulled away and our gaze held.
"I love you.." The girl of my dreams whispers to me, love glimmered in her green eyes. Even in the dim darkness, she still was a sun.
"I love you too." I spoke and kissing the top of her head, a smile formed on my pale lips.
Our gaze held.
Our legs tangled, our breathing soft and gentle now, her petite fingers lightly traced my jawline with a soft smile on her rosed coloured lips. Roses.. Such a beautiful term of the colour of her lips as they were, not pink, red, or pale, or dull. Yet, soft, plump, kissable, the colour of roses which will remind me of what I'm kissing because she is a flower.
Delicate. But deadly.
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the art of loving her | completed
Poesía❝ Cold bones, yeah that's my love She hides away, like a ghost Does she know that we bleed the same? ❞ ••• A story about a girl who lost her love at a young age. Now lost and depressed, she goes on with her life, memories, and flashbacks of when her...
