Pools, his eyes are pools and I swear I am drowning in them,

no one believes me, but it’s true, the way he stares at me have me melting into liquid puddles, and although his kiss burns the pores of my skin each and every time, I find myself drowning in his glances.

I ache to touch him, all the time, constantly, I fight my own self to let him move about without my fingers searing him, kissing him, teasing and flirting with him, his hair, those long ginger locks, how they subdue my analytical thoughts, and have my hands wanting to spend hours tousling them.

He is moving in me, his hips are locked against mine, and I can feel him pushing up inside me, and this solidifies my drowning. My heart pumps at raging speeds, my breaths are short shots of groans. and He, he is moving in me. I swear this heaven feels like hell, because if I could melt and drown, and find myself in his flesh, I would want nothing more than to be absorbed by him, the way my body is absorbing his seed, him.

I grab the headboard, and open my mouth as nothing but silence pours out, and I am matched with his mouth, and lowers himself on me, sweaty we lay.

I giggle and he laughs… and we are us, beautifully