My head against his chest.
The slow rise and fall of it is my lullaby.
A hand placed lovingly on my head,
Combing through my hair.
I look up at him.
He looks down at me.
Flesh against flesh.
And even if my clothes weren’t
somewhere between the kitchen and the bathroom,
I would still feel completely naked.
His stare freezes me, then entombs me with fire.
It feels good to burn,
At least every once in a while.
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC
My head against his chest.
The slow rise and fall of it is my lullaby.
A hand placed lovingly on my head,
Combing through my hair.
I look up at him.
He looks down at me.
Flesh against flesh.
And even if my clothes weren’t
somewhere between the kitchen and the bathroom,
I would still feel completely naked.
His stare freezes me, then entombs me with fire.
It feels good to burn,
At least every once in a while.