Drown Us, Head Over Heels.

It’s a full moon and I will let it cast shadows and dance across my skin, as I wrestle this bittersweet agony beneath the sheets, alone, again. I have this guilty pleasure – Imagining you and I under the covers with no agenda other than arching our backs over the sychronized momentum driving us deep within, sighing with heavy breaths under the weight of promises fulfilled, and curling your toes with the anticipation of an ecstatic encore. I wish to be at a loss for words; silence so powerful, it drips from our lips and drowns us, head over heels.

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