Laying entwined with one another
On a cold tiled floor
Catching our breaths
In the haziness
Of animalistic desires and passion
A cold sweat mixed with a hot fluster
From activity.
The smoke from your cigarette still lingering in the air
Just as my desire and need of you
Once again, does.
The want to taste you upon my lips
And feel you against my skin.
We lay in this state of deliriousness
The wind of a stormy summer’s night
Battering against the conservatory glass
The doors wide open
The cold night air sweeping
Over our naked bodies.
Watching you and seeing that twinkle in your eyes.
And exclaiming your bad influence in my life.
Taking away from my angelic personality.
I want to stay in this heap on floor a little longer.
But I know you have to leave once more.
Quixotically Perfect 