I miss the way you used to kiss me
sweet, wet, tender, slow, fast passionate, hard.
our lips the arena and our tongues the main characters.
I pulled your hair
you scratched my back
We kept at it till our lips was numb even then you couldn't stop
lost in a fire there would never stop burning, ignited in a second forced to burn forever
or so we thought.
The winner of the war was destiny and she wasn't meant for us. She grabbed us and pulled us far away pushed us over an edge, we didn't even know was there.
Free falling watching the fire grow smaller, losing apart inside you, suffocating in your own scream
looking over at her falling with you
her blurry face wrapped in a mask of pain
stopping just before you hit the ground.
you look around
She is gone.