Lips Boy
“Yesterday we spent the time in the dark, beneath the full moon, glittering stars and clear skies. We made out, I clawed my fingers into his hair and he whimpered in need.
I suppose if he could he would have taken me there and then. At the bridge in the dark. I could never get it straight the way we watched Burlesque and he teased me; licking the back of my hand casually. It was beautifully distracting. The girls in skimpy wear and him.
His soft lips are beautiful. The things I imagine they could do makes me shudder in shameful delight just by thinking of them. I miss him already, the way he would slip his long fingers beneath my shirt. I felt them linger appreciatively over my skin; white against the darkness.
He lifted me to stand in front of him and he felt my skin beneath his lips. Slowly he kissed, trailing the curve of my ribcage upwards till he rests above my heart.
It scared me how fragile I am when it comes to him. The way his lips lingered ravishingly above my heart, separated only by by white skin. He could make it or break it. Make me or break me. I question how much I dared to love him. It scared me.
Yet I knew I love him too often already. <3”
