Your lips find mine—
Soft, supple, then hungry.  
A tease, a taste, a moan,
Tongues dancing, breath stolen.  

Fingers skim my skin,  
Slow, deliberate, dangerous.
A touch that lingers too long,  
Not long enough.  
You gasp as I lower,
A trail of fire down your body.  

My mouth claims you,  
Hot and wet,  
A flick, a ****,  
You moan, thighs trembling.  
I drink you up,  
Every gasp, every shake,  
Every ounce of surrender.  

I rise, eyes locked—  
Dark, intentional, hypnotic.
My weight presses,  
And you are helpless beneath me.  
A push, a pull—  
The tease of entering,  
Slow, stretching, filling.  
You arch, nails cutting skin.  
We are a storm,  
A crash of bodies and cries.  

The rhythm builds,  
Faster, harder, just like that.
My name spills from your lips,  
Like a chant, like a prayer.  
Every ****** drives deeper,  
Every gasp pulls tighter.  
You shatter, body clenching,  
Heat flooding, juices running.  
You’re groaning, shaking,  
And then we fall together.  

The world softens in the quiet.  
Skin damp, hearts pounding,  
Your arms find me,  
And I sink into you.  
Sated, whole,  
And craving more.

Heavy breathing

Skin to skin

You are mine

And I am yours

Touching tongues

Dripping sweat

Locking eyes

Dampening sheets

You are mine

And I am yours

You taste me

And I taste you

Legs shaking

Lips quivering

You are mine

And I am yours

Holding hands

Gripping sheets

Deep breaths

And messy legs

You are mine

And I am yours

It took a collapse for my hands to realise that roses were meant to be handled gently.

And love like a glass vase rested upon my head.

In front of me more steps than I have ever seen and you’re on the other side.

I am bold enough to run as fast as I can but wise enough to know that if I do, the vase will fall.

But it’s the urge to run that fast which keeps me up at night.

They said we won’t work,

and I just think that’s stupid.

Hearts pick people, not places,

and it kills me that your place happens to be in the arms of another.

But it doesn’t mean I won’t love you like you live next door,

and it doesn’t mean it won’t be hard.

I’ve never missed someone so deeply who I haven’t actually lost,

and missing you is the most difficult thing I’ve ever done.

Watching all the other couples share all of the small things—
like making you a warm cup of tea in the morning,

or falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat,
 instead of a silent goodnight through the phone.

But it’s all worth it,
 in the moment I get to run into your arms,
 a place I call home.

It just drives me crazy, not being there with you,
 but it would be far worse to simply not be yours at all.

I will wait as long as it takes,
 I will fight as hard as you need,
 I will love you as much as I can,

because hard work and seven-hour plane flights 
are a small price to pay for the forever 
I can’t wait to spend with you.

Loving you is like saying,

"I'm alive."

Maybe we just weren't meant to be.

But that's okay.