drabbles

punznap

i sink into his grip. his shoulder becomes my pillow and his stubble scratches my skin.

i could die here, right by his side, and my demise would be rebirth.

but then he looks down at me, and i'm still alive. his icy blues pull me in, make me freeze. i shiver under his touch.

blond silk brushes against my face. lazy kisses follow long hugs. he tastes like color. he is color.

he is my heaven and my hell and i'm his angel just like he is mine. we could die here together like the angels that we are.