These deluded sheets,
Im crawling underneath,
our bodies feeble,
dying in pleasure.

I am breathless

My hands slowly tracing
the oddities of your skin,
violently kissing every inch,
wanting you to devour me.

I'd melt away along with the wind,
along with the scent of our love making,
my body miniscule next to yours,
always afraid and inching away.

But here I am, underneath stale sheets,
I devour every bit of you, prey on every part of you, silently wishing,
This is not a love of the grandiose.

I am breathless, still trying to breathe you

My body and yours,
drowned in utter pleasure,
never afraid and inching away,
wishing you’ll never love me.