Her eyelids flutter open, careful.
Siren eyes topped with arched brows.
My heart is stuck in my throat. she's awake now.
Mariah's cheek is pressed up against my chest and I fear she will hear my heart beating itself up.
"I have waited for this moment for so long," she says, I feel her smile as she lays a kiss on my bare chest and my thoughts melt away.
She doesn't want me at all. she's putting up a painful facade.
But you know what? I have been too rational and calculative all my life and I think I would like to indulge a little in drug and delusion as well. Very well, Mariah.
I will shatter you and burn you and ruin you— But you're tracing down my sides and you don't realize it but it's tearing them open— and your breasts are smashed against my stomach and I have realised I am truly just a man.
For this morning today on June 25th, I will play along with your little game.
"Was it worth the wait?" I whisper to her, all breath.
And I find I don't hate being a little playful.