His lips against my soul, drinking all of my emotion, drinking all of my pain.
His soft hair brushed against my heart and like thorns, pricked it. He smiled as the blood dribbled down my river - creating an ocean of red.
I grasped his face and slapped his eyes with the longing and knowing look; the dangerous one. I bit, hard, against his dying curiousity and allowed him to whisper melodies of the past.
I dug my nails into his unscathed mind and dragged them until the wounds collected against my fingertips.
I sighed with a sense of belonging. Tangled in ropes of dominance and exhausted in a bed of hope. I melt.
Our bones combine to create one, our minds our body our soul, we become intertwined, him and I.
