Your hands on my exposed skin,
Your body on top of mine,
Tangled and twisted,
Not caring about anything but each other’s hot skin.
I’m trying to forget pain forced on me long ago,
And with you the memories are almost gone,
Until your fingers slip places where I can’t get a grip on reality.
Memories come rushing back,
Panic and pain and pleading,
Brown eyes piercing my soul,
I can’t push these memories down right now.
Pushing you off of me I’m suddenly cold,
And exposed with too little clothing,
And not enough walls between you and me.
But as I come back to reality,
I check to see,
Your eyes are blue.
* I've never really written anything like this so this is sorta like a test run to see if this makes any sense to anyone else, I'm sorry if it doesn't
