• _galythenius 11w

    Heavy shoulders adjusting to arms,
    My eyes bearing the weight of your face.
    The spark in your eyes is the ball, your soul is the goal, and we are nothing more than the players.
    Skin against skin, greedy hands, lips leaving whispers and promises we won’t remember in the morning.
    We are nothing in a small world,
    Yet everything in this infinite universe we’ve made.