• branthan 7w

    As the cold nights
    falls against your
    bare skin,
    you find warmth
    tracing your fingers
    against the curves
    of their shadow.

    Warm breathes fall
    on your neck as
    you savor the stories
    skulking in the skin that
    they hide from the light.

    Gentle sighs of the night
    as every touch finds its way;
    you lay against the stranger,
    a little closer tonight.