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i.
she tastes of coffee and cigarettes against his lips and as her fingers tangle into his hair he thinks
she will be the death of me
she is grace and poise and everything he is not, yet he sees himself reflected in her like none else
she is the darkness that creeps around his edges that threatens to swallow him alive, with raven-wing lashes and cheshire-cat grins
black-painted blunt nails drag up his back to leave furrows in wake and he moans at her taste, sharp on his tongue
she leaves him breathless and gasping and he struggles to keep from succumbing in his entirety to her
ii.
he feels as though he is drowning and she is his release
iii.
her nails pull at the delicate skin of his throat as he gives in to her wanting, and he is overwhelmed by her again
she is all-consuming ferocity and he is a wreck as wordless pleas paint themselves across the bowed shape of his lips
his fingers twitch and claw at air as she pulls him deeper
and he thinks again
she will be the death of me
(he is lost in her.)
iv.
he watches in silence as she sleeps
his eyes trail over the curves of her face and his expression softens as he absorbs the vulnerability she doesn't allow many to see
she is an enigma like none else with wicked black-lacquered smiles and sharp jabs of humor, but as she lays beside him, he thinks of nothing more than tenderness.
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v.
she is falling.
there is something so undeniably mesmerizing about the way he moves, fluid and smooth
his chest rises and falls in motions softer and more delicate than bird wings and she can hear the quiet rasp of his breathing
inhale, exhale
her fingers snare thickly in the tangles of his hair, and she catches the faint scent of bleach that still lingers long after everything is over
her lips curve up and she breaks down his walls again and again.
vi.
he is all that she has needed for so, so long
vii.
he is the bright to pull her from the shadows to force her to full-bloom
she blossoms and flowers under his smiles for he is magnetic and when he is pleased with her, it is impossible for her to stay somber
her quiet gratitude is all that he needs
viii.
bruises mark the shapes of her adoration on his hips and her lashes dust feather-soft across his skin
she is as lost in him as he is in her
ix.
she laughs
he has never heard her laugh before, and it's brighter than the peal of bells
he trembles at the sound and tries not to falter even though it feels like she's looped threads deep into his chest to pull lines and tears into his heart
x.
a quiet murmur passes from his lips as he curls up into himself, and his fingers clench and knot into the sheets as his head drops to rest against her chest
so she holds him close as her spindly fingers trace down the ridges of his spine and allows it when he shifts nearer, legs twining together with movement as soft as moth wings
her lips press to the top of his head as her mind goes quiet and still for the first time in memory
he is the warmth to anchor her down and keep her steady
nil.
when they wake they will be hushed words and soft whispers and she will soothe him as he aches with the sharp clarity of past failures
she will be his catharsis with murmurs of adoration and love and he will think
for once i am alive