short of breath she listens to words rolling from my lips without a pause as I discover the unexplored river of her veins with cold hands don’t do this stop but continue please yes she shivers as I carry her away with foreign words to frightening heights and unknown lands of rapture and bliss stop talking the world spins your hands and in a moment of wild force she turns around nude and looks at me with an expression of
Thank you to Yasemin of we.love.repeat for being the seductive female voice.
I lied to you and you lied to me and we lied together in a bed of words underneath a blanket of false promises in the room of my heart where it was often cold. There was endless poetry in the tack tack tack of your high heels walking away from the room with the key in your small hand.
I surrendered to a bubble of future words left unspoken. The room shrank as my heart clenched.