I loved him like the morning sun, soft and glowing. His fingers effortlessly traced my skin, burning. His blue eyes faded and washed by life. Curls of hair bounced when he laughed and danced with my hands in them. Every scar a reminder of the good and of the bad. His mind a clock functioning differently but in an order. His love not mine.
And when we kissed I swear it was magic. One hand on my back and the other on my neck pulling me closer. His eyes roamed me -vulnerable- his breath sweet. His smiled dazzling and his skin soft. He kissed me slowly, then quickly, then somewhere in between and then every way all at once just to taste me. Our hearts skipped and my tongue tasted his lips and we breathed so deeply into each other that we became one. My head was spinning and my hands were tangled in his hair and my ears ached for those words and my eyes ached for him and my heart ached for what could never be.
And he just smiled.
-[r.w.]
