Miles
Brendan riveraBeautiful. Beautiful.
Showing signs of affection, as the nights turn to mornings.
Beautiful. Beautiful.
What if earth could be so kind as to move you from the miles away that you are, so far from here?
What if earth could be so kind as to warm this cold for us to go on outside, away from here?
The softness of her lips on the side of my neck burned straight through my skin, into my blood.
The gasping of breath and the fear in my voice could only push all the words in a way I can hear, as the scent of her hair was immured in my heart before I can say her name.
We were full of excitement, wearing nothing but our skin.
Beautiful. Beautiful.
Showing signs of affection, as the nights turn to mornings.
Beautiful. Beautiful.
What if earth could be so kind as to make things last longer as they disappear before our eyes?
What if earth could be so kind as to bring us back to the night where we put our past behind our minds?
The softness of her lips on the side of my neck burned straight through my skin, into my blood.
The gasping of breath and the fear in my voice could only push all the words in a way I can hear, as the scent of her hair was immured in my heart before I can say her name.
We were full of excitement, wearing nothing but our skin.
Beautiful. Beautiful.
Showing signs of affection, as the nights turn to mornings.
Beautiful. Beautiful.