21 December 2012
Because there's times like these, I think of you next to me. Skin to skin. No fabric but the sheets that lie beneath us. You and I, and your breathing, and my breathing. Your limbs, mine, intertwined Never to be untangled. Your fingertips, dug into my flesh. Your eyes never leaving mine.
Because there's times like these, I think for a second it's real. I think for a moment maybe it's what you too, want. Times like these I tell myself a lie, just to make times like these make me feel alive.
Opuss № I