I’ll wake in the morning to your pale eyes,

To your thunder in my throat.

And stormy nights won’t be so dark with your brilliance weighing heavy on my chest.

Candles will flicker across our bodies.

Fingers will be familiar to each inch,

Each bedpost.

And in the morning my stomach will have swallowed the taste of your palled tongue and want nothing more,

Nothing more,

Than the thunder of your exhaust against my cheek for the convenience of all eternity."

the most beautiful thing i've ever read.