Its a ******** fairytale
in the pleasure that is pain, you bite down on my lip (hard); I yelp sharply and you smile, then gently move my hair away from the two mirrors in my face (they only ever reflect you)
you bring bruises out beautifully in my neck with your mouth and teeth enveloping my skin.
you whisper home-made poetry that slides gracefully into my ears (they only ever hear you) and I shed silent tears and grasp you ever closer (if that's even possible)
I wrap myself impatiently around you and still feel much too far away "I love you" never sounded so pure as when it cascaded from your mouth (it never felt so inadequate to say)
Lady Ariadne · Tue Sep 20, 2005 @ 10:17pm · 0 Comments |