fuck off.
im taken back to a time where war raged on outside our walls and we remained unfazed.
we knew not what war was or how it worked and so, we stayed calm.
…i am lying in your bed, arms and legs carelessly thrown over its edge.
there is no one home but us and i can hear you coming back to me;
with that slight shuffle you flood my inner ears with everytime you move.
you ease your way over me, not caring to close the bedroom door.
you kiss me gently, and then aggressively; but only for a moment
before you pull back to look at me, into me, through me.
and just as easily, you are gone again.
that familiar scent that triggered this memory fades into nothing
and all i am able to do is wait for the next time a fleeting moment (just like this one) brings me on a new high, excited to drop my on my knees.
