Random bits and pieces
The night smelled of blood and the cloying scent of jasmine.
She didn't dare move for the fear that he would stop and she couldn't bare the thought. The back of his fingers were trailing over her skin, sliding down her shoulder, down to her elbow.
It was a curious yet familiar exploration of her body, reacquainting himself with her, the one he had once thought he would never spend a night without. The white sheet was so stark against her naked caramel colored skin that it filled him with an almost surprising ache.
In the pale yellow light provided by the lamp post outside their room and the dingy motel curtains that had seen better days, he pressed his lips against the curve of her shoulder blade. He felt rather then saw the hot, fat tears rolling from her eyes as they landed on his arm that was tucked beneath her head but he said nothing.
He knew just as well as she did that tonight was a one and only time, tomorrow they would go back to their separate lives.
(written in bed, im trying to bring my muse back to life... Thus writting when, and what she wants)
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