Lips as cold as ice,
hands soft like the pillows beneath our heads;
and kisses shared like the memories we've left unsaid.
Bodies intertwine with our lips,
running over thoughts that made the feet hurt;
and fingers tearing through the fabric of your nirvana t-shirt.
Water droplets down the neck,
perfectly sculpted jawline;
and the sound of your name tasting so divine.
We leave with tingling touches,
wind shouting at the trees;
with goodbyes crying words from feelings left unseen.