Your skin is warm against my mouth as I graze my lips across your chest and breathe you in. An image flashes into my mind of an ocean roaring against a sandy beach, you standing tall and tanned and glowing against the misty blue.
The sky falling into the bedroom all around us is gray and dim as I move slowly, tasting every inch of you, licking you hot down low. The end of the world will be a sweet explosion, you will beg me for it as I take you again and again with fingers and tongue.
Out on the streets below, there are dirty striped pigeons strutting their tiny feet across the empty filthy pavements, pecking at crumbs, darting their necks in and out of the corners of abandoned buildings. Beady eyes like vacant blacked out suns.
You are writhing, glistening in the sweat of taut pleasure upon the bed, linen gasps for lilac air. I like to watch your face as your lips say my name. You always sound so desperately sincere, it tears my heart a little to work at you like this.
I like to play soft music while I bathe as you sit against the tub smoking your cigarette, the curls of whiteness drifting out the open window as the fiery sun sinks into the earth. You tell me about growing up as a rowdy teenager sneaking beer in the woods behind the grade school and getting in stupid fights to impress the pretty girls. The same shit everybody got into but you didn’t know anything else existed in your small town.
How to get by, how to pass the time when nothing really matters except yourself. Not much changes except now there is less time to play with and so much more to lose.
It is late afternoon when the slit of the moon appears behind some thin clouds. It is early evening when you lose your mind. I pour us some drinks, crawl back into bed like boarding a life boat lost at sea, but motionless. I trace your beautiful body in soft curved lines.