sandwiching yourself
between the silk and sheets
you embrace the soft
feathery cushions
where our faces would
melt with each other
how i'd try and slip
my hands and move to
make you warm
or how you slide your feet
and tangle them alongside
those thighs which seem
to indicate that
we both hunger for our
opposites
you would lay there
back pressed against
the bubbles
waiting for any execution
of those heated conversations
we have in absent early mornings
i'd hear you catch your breath
and maybe moan a little bit
as the shivers turn into sweats
the silk turn into flesh
i love it when you flush red
you hate it when i stop
abruptly, trying to find my pace again
during the course of that late
afternoon bliss
our bodies would be exhausted
by the fervor beneath our bones
a bloodlust targetting a vein
its too early to explode
but beauty doesn't last forever
so id make the most out of it
in cold weather