we tell each other everything,
muffled moans into pillows,
different kinds of confessions...
his lips not only kiss
and smear
and love
and bite
not only do
heated breaths of passion
burn past them,
hesitated sighs of lust
leak through them,
not only do they love
and save
and revive me
but his lips destroy me.
brutal honesty spills out
like bombs packed with glass.