String theory

We started the night
with mixed drinks
and straight conversation,

your thighs felt like
a warm bath as my
hands melded
in between them,

completely drunk, we start
blacking out
our insecurities

so when we came home
we were ready to take
the routes that the nooks
and crevices our bodies
mapped out

I saw the cicatrixes
and the cracks of your body
as you hid pillars
and broke silence

rubbing
the marks
of a few lovers
withering passions
on my back as i
dined on your wet cunt

We learnt the selfishness of selflessness
as we slipped into eachothers souls
and finally crossed strings