In our dark room our hands had intertwined. Our hands grasped for each other as if it was the only thing that kept us from faltering from the world. My hands grasped in your hair, your hands, your short nails digging into my back as we burrowed into each other. It was a lot to take in even in the dark. We moved with each other and it was so much passion. I felt like I could light fires with this passion. The sounds that escaped us were inhuman. They made us sound like the wilds. We made each other wild. Finished as quick as it had started. The wild rushing in our veins, flowing to our hearts. It was like an extreme passionate magic. we spent some time just lying there, taking in that magic we gave to each other. You held my hand gently wrapping me inside your arms. You told me to sleep as you softly kissed my face, my neck, every part of me that you could. I drifted off, barely hearing the words that I didn't know how to say; those three words uttered under your breath that meant so much: I am yours.
