New Writing: Thursday Night
The smell of our indiscretions lingers,
the perfume of our sweat a stale lullaby
as i breathe in the scent of our elation.
The sound of your breathing hitches
and your arm closes in on my escape
and my heart begins its race.
The feel of our skin quivers
and our hands catch abandoned phallanges
and we kiss oh so sweetly.
The beat of our hearts quickens
and our mouths shape signs of happiness
as we fall back into the oblivion of sleep.
4/3/09- 11:00 Pm by Annastasia
Let me know what you guys think! <3333 This one means a lot to me.