we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
The mixture of the wine and her lips is as intoxicating as a shot of whiskey, sweeter than melon on a summer day. "Plenty'a time for you t'show off all'a your yer skills," you murmur, willing yourself to keep from being distracted, to focus on the task at hand.
Kissing her one last time you finally step away, your body already screaming in protest at the loss of her skin. It's a relief that she hasn't experienced this; a small (large) smug part of you is thrilled to be her first. "I do. Here. You'll need this."
You scoop your bag up from the ground, reaching into the endless abyss of it to find some pieces of stale bread. One is passed over to her; the other you grip onto with a serious expression, raising it up for her to see. "Right. Ready?" The bag on your back and the bread in your grasp, you once again reach for her hand, linking your fingers into hers and drawing her towards the water, your almond eyes glittering with hidden amusement as you wait for her to weigh in.
Kissing her one last time you finally step away, your body already screaming in protest at the loss of her skin. It's a relief that she hasn't experienced this; a small (large) smug part of you is thrilled to be her first. "I do. Here. You'll need this."
You scoop your bag up from the ground, reaching into the endless abyss of it to find some pieces of stale bread. One is passed over to her; the other you grip onto with a serious expression, raising it up for her to see. "Right. Ready?" The bag on your back and the bread in your grasp, you once again reach for her hand, linking your fingers into hers and drawing her towards the water, your almond eyes glittering with hidden amusement as you wait for her to weigh in.
zephyr
