would it be easy now, with these too sweet lips on mine, to slip into that easy floating state, a desperate dream-wrecked sleep. i couldn't let the now tender kisses that dripped from the tips of my fingers up to my soft inner elbow overwhelm me. i didn't want to if this vicious and gentle wooing would be, as i suspected, for nothing at all. the violence came again, from the hungry lips and from the place it thudded again and again inside of me, a battle, one melodious and rough, the other acute and contrary.
i couldn't bet on the losing team and so i took him in my arms, kissed him once more, and pushed him out of bed where he never landed with a satisfying thump.