Shaking fingertips tracing your figure

Your outline was empty

You haven't tensed like that in a while

But you tensed, teeth clenched

And your body is open

And you feel that rapture building up

And you sound your release

And you crush the darkness

With your heaving chest

And that sweat soaked curtain

Of your fucking hair

Smudging stars against the night with dizzy eyes

And laughing a bit

Breath hissing, lips kissing

And making me smile.