Three thousand miles, Fifteen million, eight hundred, forty thousand feet. No matter how you say it, Worlds away are we; Oceans, food, people apart. But eyes closed, I feel your fingers,Trail up my spine, touching-tickling,Sending shivers through nape to toe...
absent
Laying on the disarrayed bed,gazing out at the unfamiliar city.Hands shaky yet experienced, being placed upon the blushed face.Mouth gasping for air, but the ends are curved greatly.Body is radiating a sweaty glow.Clothes hurricaned around the moon lit room.Skin moments...