The words trickle down my lips,
the emotion drowning out all sound.
The feelings flowing from my fingertips,
the silence proving no one else is around.
We grasp each other, we hold on tight
to feelings so intense, we don’t care if it’s right.
Every breath I take is yours, every resistance down.
Your lips taking away every sound
my body makes.
Your eyes holding me captive,
your willing prisoner.
Your body promising heaven
while your voice drips with every sin
hell has to offer
to two bodies becoming one,
coming undone.
My fingertips painting the portrait,
your back the canvas,
tell me, is this how you envisioned us?
Red marks of pleasure,
little beads of pain,
mingling together,
becoming the same.
We fight not to loose control,
we pray it won’t end,
drowning ourselves in every moment
our pleasure lends,
until that one moment of weakness,
a feeling so intense
it leaves us believing
we know where heaven is.
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Submission Name: Where Heaven Is
