He asphyxiates between the bed sheets,
and memorizes the curves of her body against his.
Lust never looked so picturesque as it does tonight.

(The air smells like sex and cheap perfume.)

She murmurs in time with his heartbeat,
tracing patterns down his chest
as he caresses her spine.
The feel of skin on skin is steamy,
but somehow innocent.

“oh, angel,” she whispered,
“you taste like perfection tonight.”
He unwrapped her coffee colored strands
from his fingertips and murmured back,

“ooh, but baby you are.”