you lay next to her,
your bodies perfectly aligned like once misplaced puzzle pieces.
she turns her head as your eyes lock,
immediately telling silent stories to each other.
you caress her thighs,
and a drug like effect takes over.
morphed into one moment
bodies connect like cursive
letters strapped onto letters,
legs strapped onto legs.
lips interlocked like vines,
your tongue,
reaches out to
run over her bottom lip.
noticing how the
her lips the color are not the color of a cherry but rather the outside of a pomegranate.
hands.
hands roaming,
how she indulged in the velvet feel of your hair between her fingers,
as you smooth the edges of her fragmented body.
because she's perfect to you, and there's no other word to describe it.
your scent remains on her sweat-licked skin,
that glistens in the moonlight of
the 2 am starry sky.
you'll never forget what it was like to love someone for the first time.
and she'll never forget
how it was to be loved
for the very
first time.
-m
