insane. ➼irwin

stubborn

we returned to her room

stumbling between an endless exchange

of feverish kisses and perversely touches.

my whole being yearns for her

the way it always did.

i wish it were about me

but this night was for her.

i laid her on the bed

as she disposed of her clothing

as slowly as she could

to torture my poor self.

she was beautiful, so damn beautiful.

i'd say my mother was more beautiful

because she gave birth to me

but she lost by a million miles

to my love on the bed.

i kissed her face

her lips

her neck

her chest

her stomach

down to her folds

where i knew she laid waiting, ready for me.

and i could feel her writhing underneath myself

her knees around my neck and her fingers in my hair

as my tongue works itself frivolously

in such a way it sent me over the edge

with lust going through me.

and we did not fuck that night.

we made love

and she gave me all of her own

there was a lot of lust;

i'm not going to lie

but passion wrote a story of its own

as i slowly filled her

and her tears rolled down

as the pain kicked in.

i told her that i loved her

and she reciprocated in such an air

entangled with incoherent moans of my name

and harsh scratches on my back

it got my head spinning with every thrust.

"oh, ashton."

she moaned out and grabbed onto my hair

our kisses were a bit more desperate

as the felicity mounts within both of us

it was more than i can bear

and being so close to her was so overwhelming.

"jasey, you feel like heaven."

i said.

"then we must both be dead."

we got undone with no regrets.

it was about time someone showed her

all the love one could give

to another soul

as we try to survive in this world

and try to save all we can.