starved

his lips touch mine
buckling all support beneath me
it is not until i taste him
that i realize i have been
starving

i almost fall

almost crash straight through the floor
but with two fistfuls of his shirt
i steady myself
hoping he can’t hear
the vibrations of my heart
racing and pounding
and beating out his name
his hands in my hair
feel like he’s holding on
for his own life
trying not to fall over the edge
that we dance upon

he whispers his desires
directly into my mouth
and i smile against his lips
secretly glad i don’t have to share them
even with the air around us

September 19, 2015

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