It isn't about you
You laugh quietly in my hair
Our wild repartee
Has gone down to meaningless whispers...
In sly understanding
My fingers coil around yours
My last question
Dissolved by your lips
It isn't about you, is it?
Crazed blue aura
Around silhouettes of imperfect rhythm
Caresses tickling my back
My lips evade the blue trails
I find and nibble
At the shadow of your ear
One pull
I have you tethered to me
Writhing in pleasure
You moan...
A victorious blue glint
In my eye
The mark is made
Closer now, still closer
The thirst for you, more intense
Until the vortex breaks
And we tear apart
Until then...
Until when
Was it not about you?
The silhouettes have left the blue
Carrying a smear of the night
Blue is not the colour
Of eternal love
And love, I'm afraid,
Shies away from blue light...
In memory of tall stories.... ;-)
