crappy writing entry #4

before, i saw kissing as just a simple and stupid gesture of skin-touching-skin

but that was long before i experienced my first one with you. i drag along the taste of your tongue like a heavy boulder on my back and ill continue to do so till i reach my grave.

every time i remember the way your mouth felt against mine and how soft your skin was as i held your cheeks my skin begins to crawl.  the seemingly perpetual moment of intimacy with you felt like heaven. but alas, all good things come to an end eventually.