Lips traveling down my neck
Sensation firing through my spine
Like a breeze on a crisp night.
Fingers combing their way through my hair
Forcing my head back
Accepting every touch
Feeling the tickle
Of every single nerve
Launching and exploding
Like a firework show.
Maybe,
Just for tonight
We absorb and relish in the desire.
Maybe tomorrow,
We can take on complicated.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:17 PM UTC
Lips traveling down my neck
Sensation firing through my spine
Like a breeze on a crisp night.
Fingers combing their way through my hair
Forcing my head back
Accepting every touch
Feeling the tickle
Of every single nerve
Launching and exploding
Like a firework show.
Maybe,
Just for tonight
We absorb and relish in the desire.
Maybe tomorrow,
We can take on complicated.
