Breath. Under my skin. Through out our bodies, against one another. Smile. Beautiful. Warm. Laughing at the feeling again. Listening to the world with cotton ears except her affectionate hums. Trying to control herself but is so torn.
Quivering breath drys out her mouth. Exhale, inhale then hold.
But she dont care. All she has to do is remember to breath and not to run. To breath and not to run.