p a r t . o n e
my eyes are veiled and so I feel your breath before your kiss, and as you near I feel it shake when saliva paints our lips, your face on mine, your muffled moan, my fingers trace your face, your skin so soft, I cradle it, two hearts begin to race. You pull away but just an inch to see my longing eyes, you stare through me so silently, each knot in me unties. A sigh exhales on both sides now, and both are met with smiles, as lips are found now once again and kissing now is wild.
“I’m a kind person, I’m kind to everyone, but if you are unkind to me, then kindness is not what you’ll remember me for.” - Al Capone