The both of us were swept away with exhaustion,
and yet neither of us could manage to fall asleep.
I’d warned you ahead of time that the size
of my bed wouldn’t be generous to the both of us.
But that night, I learned that the less space
in between was always for the better.
The spattering and trickling sound of raindrops outside
would soon become our favorite soundtrack.
And every inch of your gentle skin
was slowly becoming my favorite taste.
But it was the way you touched me
that even novel of description couldn’t suffice.
Because how do I describe the way it seemed as though
your fingers were making love to the scar along my waist?
And how a part of me somehow shut down
when you would sigh right in my ear?
No matter how far into slumber I seemed,
I would never forget a single detail,
because that was the moment
that I knew I only wanted you.Connotativewords | jl | 4:12 am (via connotativewords)