He was devastating like the sun after rain, peaking through the clouds.
Dark and ominous as two sides of a human.
I cradled his face like I always knew it was the last.
Took his lips into mine to give him a breathe of life.
Clenched my hands over his neck down his back as he thrust.
I take apart the bricks that built a home in my heart.
I sit upon the walls now tracing the carvings of what we once craved for each other.
Lust is a blinding thing to crave, and touch is feral for those who don’t know the difference.
