One more night. Just one more night. No, I am greedy; I want more. Your hands on my hips. Imprints on my skin. Tattoos on my soul. Again and again and again. You in me. Us together. I could die like this. And I do. Many times over. Your heat slips into me. It will stay there. Just behind my navel, waiting to be released the moment angels whisper into my ear. Your breath weights heavy on my neck. Your tongue – scorching hot, tracing my jawline. Tonight you will leave a piece of you in me. Something that will never fade nor vanish. There are stars behind my eyes. Blinding my mind. I breathe in, inhaling the scent of our lust. You leave traces on me. In me. Everyday. Always. Forever. My fingertips are gliding across your back. Grounding me. Grounding us. One more night. Every night. Just you and me. Us.
reflections of an unquiet mind 