I can still taste the mint on your lips. The vanilla from the ice cream. Your fingers soft on my flesh like I was something fragile. Our breaths intermingling afterwards, fingers tangling together as we lied side by side. I remember that time your solidness pressed against my body. And I couldnt remember where you ended and I began because I didnt want to.
I remember when you touched me, remembered our electricity under our skin because of heated lust and passion. But I remember how you tasted under my tongue, how you shuddered under my touch. My eyes looking up through my lashes. The hues of blue the night sky and city lights cast against your bare, naked skin. The first time. We made love
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Thundering hearts and electro pulses we kissed under bright neon lights. You lingered a second too long and I caught you in my trap, under my spell the love everyone warned you about but we never crashed down. Instead I tasted like fruit punch monster and you had me weak in the knees with a dance. Sparing one last glance, black ink covered our blank space as fingertips racked across skin in innocent exploration. Tracing the stories etched in dark skin.
You told me you never dated a poet. And I said that was a lie, poetry in motion the music tied us together. Sharing ear buds and head phones to listen to the Sythesia. You based a song on my heart beat and called it "Love in time." I made you mine. Like times before the music score continues til end credits and cold lips kiss warm skin good bye in only death do we ever part.
To tell the truth everytime my heart beats a different rhythem for you all, like a soundtrack where everyone had their own personal song i sang to. Like a radio station that always changed tunes. I love you, I love you, I love you. A repetition, a chorus that wont shake from the songs in my head. I love you, I love you until I'm dead.
