By Channiel Jones
My lips parted
Two words fell slowly out of my lips, as I melted into the mattress
“Thank you,”
I said.
“Thank you?” Her brows furrowed.
“Here I am having sex with you, and you thank me?”
She hovered her lovely frame above me
aaaaaHer skin was made of crystal, and she smelled of smoke
aaaaaand Lavender
aaaaaTurning her head just right, the sun reflected honey gold
aaaaain each iris
aaaaaStained glass amber set in her eyes
I opened my lips
To excuse myself
Or to explain my feelings away
But kept silent
Because for the first time,
I had been with
Someone who
Loved
aaaaame.
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