feeding one's rush for passion at an instant... bite. of flesh off the tip of his ear.
fear not, for we are safe here in each other's body curvature where the warmth is held in between breaths.
luring and tricking each other in side of one another nibbling and scratching the surface. howling at the moon only takes a few moments to realize that he is in fact one of your own.
there is no escaping the outcome of the past. we scurry off into the dark brush of the city lights and lick our wounds. gracefully planning out the careful and quiet footsteps each one underestimating the sinful but powerful occurrence that led us to this...