You took me by my soft spot, and made sure to use it so painfully good:
I started to melt from your touch, smooth as ever,
I felt your voice in my ears, huskier, hungry for more.
No wonder why I could barely stand.
As if on cue, you stopped barely an inch from my face,
gaze firm on mine, a mixture of lights dancing in them.
Was it lust? Passion? Desire?
You gave me no time to dechiper it: your mouth started nibbling my neck again.
For a moment, I thought I was in the middle of space: all I could see were stars.
Wonder when I gave you permission to be this fantastic on me.
I'm not sure I've ever gave it to you, just happened.
You are too much like me here: you get what you want, whenever you please,
Anytime of the day, the night, no matter the colour of the skies.
Outside this mess, I barely remember the sky being pink.
My body knew it was bound to be over soon.
I gasped when I felt your hands on my hair, combing it so carefully.
I wanted to cry just because of your touch alone, so perfect and beautiful.
Still, that gaze was another story. I wanted, but hesitated to look at it again.
My heart wasn't ready for such fierce meanings behind your obtuse neediness.
"Only in this atmosphere, I would surrender to you" and you know that.
"Hm." your mouth's back resting on my lips, not moving, waiting. "I know"
It's impossible to not get lost into you in this state. I swallow the lump in my throat.
I try to remember how to talk. "Just a reminder."
Your arms hold me tight, suddenly protective. "None needed"
Two beats, and two caresses later, I feel you tense up.
The moment is bound to be over soon.
The sky goes from pink to black, to blue, to orange.
I smile, giving in, not resisting anything anymore. To hell with emotions.
I finally kiss you back.
I can't remember what you last told me.
I only remember you smiling back in my lips.