I can feel my blood rush
Into my veins, into my heartI gasp for air, and it was locked tight
In my lungs-- for something to hold onSweat glistens as our head tilts
To the left,
To the right,
And to the left againThe quiet anonymity of the static that The forgotten movie in the
Television emits
Gives off a pleasant white noise
To the background,
Lulling us in a trance of psychedelic passionHands roaming unexplored territories,
With legs intertwining again and again,
But I want to keep it slowSo I lifted up my head, eyes glazed with an afterglow of torch-lit passion
Lips pinkish and raw from all the careful constanciesI put a restraining but reluctant finger on those equally love-stained lips
And whispered,
I love you
//k.u.
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