Our frames fitting as though we were two broken pieces of glass, or let it be I, the broken window. Limbs intertwined, as I drag my toe up your leg. Lips meeting my hips tracing up to my chest. I can feel the begging of your mouth through my skin, despite the burning desire you took the time to embrace. Minutes feel like an eternity and your warmth feels like love. Silence. Darkness. We lay side by side. I listen and we laugh. A nonchalant night carried on with dialogue. Maybe I fall too easily and break so fast, but isnt that why every shadow is cast upon the presence of a light?