Pillow Talk

So now all I can think about is how it feels when you bite me, and how it feels when I return the favour.

I enjoy the taste of your skin, your sweat, enjoy feeling the tiniest of
pulses fluttering through your skin as I pull on your flesh

I'm getting excited at the thought of holding your head tightly against mine
when we kiss, and running a sharpened nail down the side of your face
while biting your lip

I can remember the way you are in perfect detail

that half-smile you have that means you're the happiest man alive right now
the tattoo that is your soul's reflection spread across your shoulders
the way you breathe when my nails trace along your skin leaving bloody welts
the way you hold me so carefully and desperately, as if I might break if you love me too much
the way your eyes see me, really see me
the way your skin is so warm against my frigid palms
the way you keep touching me, stroking a hand through my hair or running your fingers along my arm ever so lightly, like you're reassuring yourself that you're here, with me, it isn't too good to be true…

I like to remember the way you are in perfect detail every day, every night.

I like to go to bed and place your arms around me, even when you're not here.