when you kiss me it's like an explosion
of sweet vanilla fireworks in my mouth.
you're confectionery taste it lingers and I want to taste more of your sweet tongue.
"i can't sleep" I say and you look at me. your long curled eyelashes casting fluttering shadows on your sun browned cheeks.
you breath unto my lips and pull me close.
my chest against yours,
my body against yours.
the beating of your heart is stronger than mine.
why is that?
or is it the opposite?
it's hard to believe my frail body possesses such a strong heart, healthy as a horse.
"I can't sleep"
"then close your eyes and I'll sing you a sweet lullaby, shower you with my love and steal maybe a kiss or two "
your saccharine words always excite me, your tantalizing body makes me want to kiss you till you can feel no more.
baby, I just want to love you till it hurts.
- c. valentine.
"i never said that "
"well you did say something else....but I hardly think it's proper
to write that down"
he grins and places his head on my fragile chest listening to my strong paradoxical heart.
"i love your vanilla words and even more so your vanilla kisses "
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Translucère
Short Storytranclucère [ latin ] | trans-lu-cre | » to shine through » // translucent // not completely clear or transparent but clear enough for light to pass through *happens when incandescent badboy meets hapless poet* poetry/not poetry which has turned in...
