not much light left in the night
reality a colourless static
my mind bursting with the illusion of life
of lust and longing
your bottom lip between my teeth
a sharp inhale, breaths colliding
my hand in your hair
fist clenched tight, a gentle tug
your body solid over mine
the sweetest captivity
my leg raised high
thigh pressed to your side
your hand firm yet tender
claiming what wants to be yours
a dream, fighting to become a memory
two aching souls
embodied in trembling flesh
© coldscars