His eyelashes were thick and feathery, framing angry red irises
lust oozed from his eyes, though as you look back on the incident, they may've just been tears
yet they still streamed down his pale cheekbones
disappearing into the collar of that navy blue dress shirt that he loved so very much
you remember his sharp tongue upon your neck
breathing on blistering kisses
of painful fire
April the fourth, 2018
