#bys.m.m.

I live for the moments that shape our lives. The moments when you come to a cross road, and must choose left or right. Because in that moment, we alter our lives in hopes to reach the destiny we desire. And we truly believe we are one step closer to where we want to be.

Dawn breaks while heaven’s light fills the room and the darkness of hell hides in the shadows.

He rises and kneels between the thighs of his goddess, pacing his cold lips onto her skin. With each holy touch, arousing her from her slumber.

Their sanctuary hung in the balance of these four walls. Worshipping in the bedroom, communicating through body language.

Moaning good god, for all of the angels and demons to hear their sweet sounds. Entering into a state of pure pleasure, creating friction between two naked souls.

Letting the fire inside them ignite, devouring their spirits. Losing themselves in the madness of their sins, letting it corrupt every part of who they were.

They bowed their heads in prayer, in hopes to shed their old skin. Only to become as innocent as saints when the day is done. Being born again, they sang amen.

They found salvation in the feeling they gave each other. Confessing their true selves to one another. Having faith in only each other, had become their sacred religion.

I used to wake up in the middle of the night freezing, curled up in a ball on my side of the bed. I’d cuddle up next to you and place my head on your chest, embracing your warmth. Listening to your heartbeat, was the only thing that calmed me on my sleepless nights. I found comfort in knowing your heart beat for me, and that I could listen to it steady in harmony as it beat with my mine. I wrapped my legs into yours, and lost myself in my favorite song.

My body remains as the sea, with the vast depths of my soul. My thoughts crash along the shore of my mind, never ceasing to stop. Sometimes my thoughts are smooth and calm, other times, loud and chaotic. I'm often drowning and suffocating to loud for anyone to hear, with breaks of floating peacefully in the quite, But most of the time I’m swimming, just trying to move forward. Surrounded by my subconscious, hoping to understand who I am and where I’m supposed to be.

Thunder wakes me up and I realize it’s the middle of the night. And it’s like I feel your warmth next to me, holding me in the darkness. For a moment I let myself remember you, and just for a moment I find myself wishing you were in my arms. Most people think people can only be addicted to the hard stuff, but I was addicted to the way you made me feel. I was hooked on you like a junkie, craving every piece of you. Missing you feels like a heart wrenching withdrawal, every fiber of my being aches of your touch. Longs for the sweetness in your voice, and the sadness in your eyes. And as I laid there listening to the rain hit my window, I realized I didn’t want to be addicted anymore. I didn’t want to feel like I needed you to survive, and I didn’t want to miss you anymore. I knew that as much as I craved you, you were a bad habit I should of broke a long time ago.