I can't really hear your words, so I'm reading your lips. Still, I don't understand, my intellect must have gone asleep.
I can't feel the wall against my back, except your hand scribbling towards my face as my warm feet seems to float in space.
Your eyes, radiating through my soul and everywhere it seems to go. Your arms, rapidly heating; my heart, loudly beating.
Soft pressures travel all over me. Deep breaths, exchanging wildly. Extraordinary adventure. Wherever I am... is another dimension.
Gasps, mouths steal life from one another. Gasps, after short breaks, speeds recover.
"You're beautiful" He said it, and I believed him. I felt it under my thick skin. It didn't matter on what foundation we stood. Without evil there'll never be a good.
Obstinate arms refuse to disengage, I'm hanging high but, still within range.
A poking thought of danger twirls into my ears, "What if he's using you?" I reply, "I–I really d–on–t ca–re–e–e."
Burning, brighter and brighter, my head seems to be fire. I latch my arms unto his back, extreme, grows my desire.
In slow motion, everything happens.
My hair roughens, my brunt heart, he sharpens.
Music, into sweet music, I fell therein. Where am I? Is this a lie? Passionate thrills kept me asking.
Whether we were swimming, flying or floating, I couldn't tell very precisely. But... I was sure I was no longer in that tight corner and I was no longer a loner.
For I did hear trumpets, harps, violins.... What other sound was that... maybe tambourines.... Aroma filled the air, we must have been cooking in there.
Heaven... Yes, it must have been. And I think therein we must have sinned.
YOU ARE READING
Wicked
Puisi...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
