Now is good...
The curve of your neck
the tilt of your head,
the shape of your lips,
shiny eyes as tears are shed,
shattered glass
in the corners of your eyes,
glittering slivers
never-ending highs
the way you move,
the form of your thighs,
the flick of your wrists,
whisper pretty lies
tongue tasting
liking what it finds,
can't escape the friction
twisting in your binds
pleasure taking you
out of your mind
wanting it forever
but running out of time
all on your own
watching you sway
moving to the rhythm
you know i'll stay
lost in you
drinking you in
hope you remember
my lips on your skin
look at me
with suffocating green eyes
fingers interlaced
underneath ashen skies.
