#2956

Sketch a Day 2956- Little Ozzie - 4/10/24

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formas na illa coa marea  espíandonos amor no medio da nubes sós indíxenas cando somos reflexo sen nome sen ruído dilúense as chaves de oxalá nós entrañas das ondas para atoparnos amabel marabilla de estar a ser poro

For @matan4il  🌷 🌺 🌸

Special kuddos to @vckaarrob for being my beta and helping me find the right words for my little drabble!

Kissing Robert.

Kissing him for the first time was like kissing fire. Biting. Sucking. Burning. You knew those kind of kisses were dangerous, you knew you were playing with fire. But you didn’t mind getting burnt.

Those kisses turned into desperation. Want. Need. A constant chase. And you couldn’t breathe without his lips on yours. You needed the heat, the burn, to survive.

Secret kisses followed; wherever, whenever. You could never look away from him, even when he wasn’t yours to see.

And then there was nothing.

Nothing left but cold, empty hatred; it almost tore you apart. You could still feel his breath on your lips but it was like poison, slowly seeping through you, infecting your blood.

But you’d still have given anything to feel his lips on yours again. And you hated yourself for it. Like you hated him.

Darkness.

The end?

There’s this feeling, this warm feeling that makes your lips tingle, your breath catch. You know this warmth, this love.

He kisses you without wanting anything from you. It’s new, this kiss, and you don’t know how to handle these kinds of lips on your lips. These trembling fingers on your cheeks. This warmth, like it’s coming from inside him to spread through you.

This love.

He whispers softly, write promises with his mouth when you wouldn’t hear the words. And he kisses you again and again and again.

It doesn’t hurt you any more. His lips are still fire but it warms you like the sun.

He kisses you. So everyone can see. And it’s like he’s giving you your breath back. He breathes life into you; strength and power.

He kisses you everywhere.

He is everywhere.

He’s yours now, he isn’t going anywhere. All of his kisses are for you.

Hello kisses that taste like coffee and fresh morning air.

Goodnight kisses that taste like stars.