Was it longing in is sad, blue eyes, or was it lust? Maybe it was a beautiful combination of the two. She always left him wanting more. So he gave up the sunlight for her. He promised to spend the rest of his days in darkness, between silk sheets and, hushed tones. He never asked anything of her. Seeing her body covered in nothing but moonlight was more than his soul could ever dream of.
her voice bent me backwards over the bedsheets every syllable spinning silk into sea as she drew the breath from my ears and a symphony from my lips she turned my twin bed into titanic along with me and as I was drowning she was speaking poetry