Your lips are soft and aggressive against mine. Like you might die if you stopped kissing me, If you couldnt kiss me. Your hands glide like silk up from my hips, to my ribs, to the back of my neck, and into my hair. Slowly. You grab my hair with your fist and angle my head to perfectly fit your lips. Oh how perfect they fit together. My hands were locked around your neck. They moved so gently into your hair. I pulled just a tiny bit. Just enough to be pleasure, not pain. You stop for just a second and you purr "you're mine" and I felt like I was evaporating into the air. I wanted to be his and in this moment, I was
This all feels like a dream
Maybe that's what it is
Maybe that's all it'll ever be.
Maybe
I'll just
Keep my eyes closed
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
