infinity kiss

stained

her body, her lips, her mind were stained by the unforgiving love of a missing soul.

her body was stained by his finger tips against her own skin and his nails clawing at her pale back. his fingers caressed every soft and bone poking spot that peaked underneath her shirt and just below her thighs.

a scratch like a cats were marked on her stomach, her thighs, and her arms. like butterflies landing on petals of flowers, his lips touched each scar of infliction, but the worst part is how stained he made each movement.

it was as if he wore lipstick, that was visibly unseen, but by her, and kissed every soft and bone poking spot. every spot where a cat she'd conjured in her head had scratched her. that lipstick left permanent stains and his fingers were like felt markers, mapping a destination to find her soul.

the stains felt like pieces of her body were touched with a cold metal and the butterfly tickled before leaving to find softer petals.

her mind was stained by his words and voice. 'babygirl' she looked up, watching his eyes turn soft and innocent, like they should towards a puppy or a kitten. 'you know I love you, more than anything. the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you dream, the way you think... beautiful is you, everyday I dream of you and I notice all those sighs and teary eyes. do you know i'm in love with you?'

she felt her body freeze under his stare, her heart thumping like a song played to dance to. her mind was stained by his honesty, his words, his love. her mind was touched by his own mind like electricity. speechless was she, because her mind was stained. and in the loneliest darks, her mind was a lost feeling, when it was stained.

her lips were stained by addiction. the dripping from her lips were burning liquids and drugs that weren't real, just his own lips that gave a rush like a roller coaster. such as her emotions, a constant down or up, never in the middle. but stained was her lips by his soft lips pushing against hers, so gentle at first and rougher and more passionate when her eyes meet his.

his fingers caress her lips as he looks into those irises he fell so deeply in love with, followed by her tired bags that are lined with faint freckles.
stained are her lips by a hushing hand when she starts to sob and a soft embrace of his comforting hands.

stained they were, feeling like her lips were missing a puzzle piece that needed connecting. it felt as if the butterfly made its last trip to her lips as a goodbye. empty... empty... empty...

stained was she, by his absence; how he is gone from her life for long, like the world moved faster than it should have. forever, he will no longer be.

stained was her heart... by the idea that her kiss with him was the last, the last embrace that filled her heart with security, the last 'I love you' that filled her mind with joy, the last hush against her lips, the last touch of her body against his. he left... leaving her with stains.

stains of love.