FROM HEATED NIGHTS OF MUDDLED MOMENTS, our love grew ardent. it began transcending all things holy, all things evil, and all things sought for—pleasure especially being one defining factor.
"dayeong."
"dayeong."
"dayeong."
my name slipped from his tongue like a sweet prayer, and i'd be guilty if i hadn't done the same.
"taehyung."
"taehyung."
"taehyung."
and at this moment, whilst looking up breathlessly at him, nothing stuck in my mind beyond an impression of astonishing beauty. cradling my pleasure-rocked form, hot breaths painted my neck intimately—sketching out sweet nothings.
you know even after the waves of euphoria calmed, past the insatiable thirst for your love, beyond our comfort in this world of pleasure, all that's remained had been blossoming sweet-peas (littering me) from your warm lips.
to be honest it reminded me of my old home. acts of pleasure really had been the passion to which all others, both experts and novices in love, are subordinate.
-
sweet-peas / lathyrus odoratus
— a sweetly-scented floral sensation in the scene of romance.
meaning: blissful pleasure