Confusion. By Sarah Engel.

She wanted to melt on his lips
Be possessed by his hands
Crushed in those arms
She wanted to die
Take his image with her
Deep in the ground
Safe from ruin

 

He was tender, passionate
Hard while inside
But soft with his smile
He had that look
That thing

 

He was everything she never wished for
It was surreal
It was natural
It was too good.

All rights reserved by the author. No reproductions without consent.