Pulse.

Hours gone, but never forgotten.
Gasps of breath.
Lips searching for yours.
That feeling when you get out of control.
Touch a body that's never been touched, never been explored before.
Finding all the right spots in all the right places.
Forceful grab.
Intentional hair pull.
Bite on the neck.
Tasting love, fear, desire, and despair.
It's unheard of, what's going on here?
It's so new, sinful, amazing.
Wrestling my body underneath yours.
Welcoming you to the gateway to heaven.
Escapsing a personal hell.
Eyes see the inner skull.
Heart rate is going at it double time.
Moans of relief are soon to follow...
Then I have a thought...
Where did all the fear go?
When did passion and pain become better?
I listen to your final breath, our bodies are through for.
You memorize patterns of stars in the sky while I quietly wonder why...
You're gone.
Never turning back to say goodnight.
We all make mistakes right?
Thoughts of forgiveness already cloud my head.
I have to be stronger than this.
I taste it still...the passion, the fear, and the pain.
And it all tastes so good to me.