If these walls could talk,
they'd tell you how
my hand fits perfectly in yours
or
how i succumb to you
exploring my body until
i can't take it
anymore.
They'd tell you a story
filled with secrets that entail
the whispers between
the sheets intertwined in our
fingertips,
while we are lip-locked
into a fantasy world of our
own.
They'd tell you how every time,
we enter into another galaxy and
that a piece of my soul falls
into you every time
and that this is a battle I
will lose time after time;
**happily