M.

if only, if only my mouth had never met those tender pink lips maybe my mind wouldn't wander, maybe my thoughts would not twist. If only I hadn't expressed my emotions in our every abyss. holding you steady, enjoying the motions in your hips. If only I didn't let my hands explore the tide in your every wave. The motionless stillness after you have calmed, the lovely touches I steal and than finally I take. My lips mutter more. a mystery beneath my core. The question i ask myself before irest. The breath of air beneath my chest. You are an obsession.