I so feel like crashing down on your bare chest-
Disheveled.
Your hands on my bare back-
Pristine.
A Linen that
Failed to cover us.
Nothing but the light of our eyes.
Breathes. Heartbeats.
Every thing in Silence.
Everything in Dark.
Baby, I allow you to light a cigarette. For the aura of smoke and the light it would add.
