Tongues clashing under the covers
Bodies begging to be undressed
With my air filling your lungs and
your lips clenched between my teeth,
you're as beautiful as a summer tear
streaking across a blushing cheek.
Your soul trembles held in arms
and felt by fretful feeling fingertips.
The words "you" and "I" become useless
and we pull each other closer to prove it
With your heartbeat under my ribcage,
your fears become my doubts.
With your left hand joined to my right
our bodies clash countless times,
with the music edging to climax.
We become the confluence
Your hair curls down my face and
we sway until we can't tell the
difference between us in passion.
When it was all over,
"Us" became you again and "We"
became me.
We never utter the word "love"
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seasonal deaths
Ficción GeneralUji is a lost young soul searching for himself. He comes off as confident, a perfectionist, a beautiful disaster to those around him but inside, he faces his inner demons almost daily. You notice traces of sadness, detachment and suicidal tendencie...
