• namelessgail 9w

    The Night We Became One

    Leaves dancing to the music of the cold December breeze
    Lying on the floor, forgetten, is our favorite sheet made of silk-- it has no purpose tonight

    For we have each other

    Your lips is the silk tracing every fiber of my being, leaving no crevice untouched
    Your hands, as soft as cotton, fit mine
    Your touch makes my body tremble
    Yet your whisper calms me down

    We are dancing to the rhythm of our hearts like it's the last night of the world
    We are making song out of love, passion, and yearning for more, for each other

    In this four-walled room we became one.

    ©namelessgail