𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

galaxies held them tight

velvety goodness,
moisty like they look,
pressed against cracked flesh.

ragged breaths and fogged minds,
young but not innocent, soft but
rough.

naiveness left when lilies wilted,
matureness arrived when roses
bloomed, thorns grew.

hand full of smooth locks,
heart became one,
opia arrives and butterflies
makes their appearance for
the umpteenth time.

tear brimmed orbs,
unsettling heart,
assuring presence.

night fell upon the glass
when legs were tangled,
when bedsheets were ruffled,
when innocence left.