you are my sweetest oblivion, fingers a constant whisper against my skin telling me that i am beautiful i am wonderful i am wanted. muscles twining hands shaking breaths gasping and seconds stretch into long minutes hours years and forever seems not so far away after all.
and if this is a drug then call me an addict to the blood thudding through our veins, pheromones and endorphins rampant in the thick musky air around us, your hot mouth melding and melting the curve of my ear until I am a spineless shuddering mess-
my soul trembles, more and more and perhaps if it and I and we fall apart the sound of my shattering will mask the white noise of a different sort of disintegration-
but oh how I have missed this
Posted 3 months ago with 1 noteTagged with #writing#personal#dear diary
