a map of you
a continution from the first three drabbles of 'a map of you'
4. marrow deep love
you’re all I see.
everything else that surrounds you is a blur, a mirage in the distance, a tunnel of darkness, and you are the light at the end of it. things and other nonsense things (only you make sense) fade to make way for your shine that’s burning to get out. everything else darkens. you undress your clothes and dress as the moon at night sky. and there, the stars come out to worship you.
you’re all I hear.
words that do not come from your mouth is lost, unheard, muted, and replaced by the sound of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest, your heart beating rhythmically and at times, rapidly against my hand. every bone in me screams your name. speak your name in a silken whisper. and when your hot breath graces and dances across my skin, the nerve endings ignite like a live wire.
you’re all I taste.
i taste not dragon fruits but you. teeth cut through fruit flesh and it is your blood that I taste. it is your lips that I imagine when my mouth touch the inside soft texture of strawberries. salt seawater reminds me of the days we spent in the ocean, dipping our toes into cool waters, your sun kissed skin and heavenly bare shoulders. and the times when i explored in the vast expanse of your skin, i tasted sweat of sex and pleasure.
he touches me and i think of you.
when hands (not smooth and delicate as yours) rest on me, there forms an invisible anchor inside of me and you are the surface, the fresh air my lungs crave desperately for. his hands do not touch the curves of me as fittingly as yours. his hands are empty while yours are full of hidden treasures. he is not you and will never be. could never be you. i refuse to.
my love for you is marrow deep.
i found these words in every uncovered parts of you (only I know). i have put them into my pockets too eagerly and i am full of glee like a third grade girl receiving a love letter. and ever since that, it is not the utensils or money or gums, it is you I pull out. you are carved in both sides of a coin. of every precious coin i’ve collected for years.
only you. always.
a.n dedicating this to a someone. the characters are flexible. the first person could be jessica or tiffany. because both of them have bfs. ehehehehhehe *cackles till i choke on dry air*
4. marrow deep love
you’re all I see.
everything else that surrounds you is a blur, a mirage in the distance, a tunnel of darkness, and you are the light at the end of it. things and other nonsense things (only you make sense) fade to make way for your shine that’s burning to get out. everything else darkens. you undress your clothes and dress as the moon at night sky. and there, the stars come out to worship you.
you’re all I hear.
words that do not come from your mouth is lost, unheard, muted, and replaced by the sound of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest, your heart beating rhythmically and at times, rapidly against my hand. every bone in me screams your name. speak your name in a silken whisper. and when your hot breath graces and dances across my skin, the nerve endings ignite like a live wire.
you’re all I taste.
i taste not dragon fruits but you. teeth cut through fruit flesh and it is your blood that I taste. it is your lips that I imagine when my mouth touch the inside soft texture of strawberries. salt seawater reminds me of the days we spent in the ocean, dipping our toes into cool waters, your sun kissed skin and heavenly bare shoulders. and the times when i explored in the vast expanse of your skin, i tasted sweat of sex and pleasure.
he touches me and i think of you.
when hands (not smooth and delicate as yours) rest on me, there forms an invisible anchor inside of me and you are the surface, the fresh air my lungs crave desperately for. his hands do not touch the curves of me as fittingly as yours. his hands are empty while yours are full of hidden treasures. he is not you and will never be. could never be you. i refuse to.
my love for you is marrow deep.
i found these words in every uncovered parts of you (only I know). i have put them into my pockets too eagerly and i am full of glee like a third grade girl receiving a love letter. and ever since that, it is not the utensils or money or gums, it is you I pull out. you are carved in both sides of a coin. of every precious coin i’ve collected for years.
only you. always.
a.n dedicating this to a someone. the characters are flexible. the first person could be jessica or tiffany. because both of them have bfs. ehehehehhehe *cackles till i choke on dry air*