Fifth Year
Won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor. And when you get a taste can you tell me what's my flavour? I don't believe in God but I believe that you're my saviour. -Sailor Song/ Gigi Perez
Hot, sharp breaths, escaping for a moment, only to be caught a second later, in another mouth.
Two sets of lips, unclear where one begins and another ends, swollen from teeth, moving together as one.
Sweat slicked skin, shaking with fear and desperation, burning and bruised.
Bright red hair, tangled in hands, pulling and coiling with movement, as bodies arch and fall.
Terror and love and sadness all mixed into one, words dying in throats, unspoken, neither able to voice their thoughts.
Tears, salted and clear, full of the knowledge of sin and the lack of promise of another time.
Joy, buried deep inside, unknown to the other, worse, somehow, than desire in its evil.
Two girls, clinging to each other, never admitting the crime that was their love.
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. -Take Me To Church/ Hozier