her lips part with mine and I can taste the warmth of home I long for.
her unfamiliar hands familiarizing themselves on my skin.
the tremble in her mouth makes me question whether it's agony or pleasure.
maybe, it's something I'll never know.
I'll beg her please, please me
because in the end she's just a sad girl in a dimly lit room and I can't bear to smell her skin that has been breathed on.
her lips are freshly kissed and not from me.
I swear I have soap in my eyes
