MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
He can feel the way she ignites as well, the way her body tightens around him, invites him more, spurs him on over and over again with the sounds they make, drown out only by the ocean’s crashing waves. There’s something entirely Torchline about it all, the beauty of the glimmering stars above, the light reflected on their faces in oranges and blues, the way his body grows patchy and red, as sweat builds up into a glisten along his skin.
Still, Milo captures her lips, their tongues wrestling and locking with one another, the thrusts growing more needy, more greedy as he tries to temper himself. The lines left along his back from her nails only spur him on more, a mismatched patchwork of pink lines that’ll darken through the night.
But he shifts them just a bit, pulling her into him to drive himself deeper, a stifled moan leaving him as he feels her body react, her back arching and pressing against his in such a way that has his focus entirely on her and completing that wave that’s growing within her, the same that arrives with him swiftly, until he can’t quite handle it anymore, as his hands shift to pull her close, pressing himself deeper, a sound leaving him that’s hitched and akin to a growl as that wave crashes over him, as he tries to ride the afterglow, hoping that it was enough to drive her over the edge too.
Still, Milo captures her lips, their tongues wrestling and locking with one another, the thrusts growing more needy, more greedy as he tries to temper himself. The lines left along his back from her nails only spur him on more, a mismatched patchwork of pink lines that’ll darken through the night.
But he shifts them just a bit, pulling her into him to drive himself deeper, a stifled moan leaving him as he feels her body react, her back arching and pressing against his in such a way that has his focus entirely on her and completing that wave that’s growing within her, the same that arrives with him swiftly, until he can’t quite handle it anymore, as his hands shift to pull her close, pressing himself deeper, a sound leaving him that’s hitched and akin to a growl as that wave crashes over him, as he tries to ride the afterglow, hoping that it was enough to drive her over the edge too.
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
