MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
Her warm breath is a pinpoint that Milo orients himself to, to give into her completely as she does for him. They can become one in this moment and even if he doesn’t know much about her, he doesn’t let it cloud the thoughts and the person he’s imagined her as. He gives in, burning beneath her touch until he’s almost whining when she pulls away to sit up, a low hum of sound slipping from him with the movement.
She fiddles with the knife at her side to remove it and he tries to stay out of the way as much as possible, knowing that if he were to try and help he’d likely never get the thing off. But she’s soon hovering over him, lifting his shirt, and he obliges her.
He pushes up against her, fingers stilling against her skin and removing when the shirt comes off, his core muscles tensing as he shifts so that she’s settled completely on his lap and his torso is free of the sand below them. And when his skin is free of the shirt and it’s dumped into a pile at their side, his hands return to her, to do the same to her, unable to stop himself from lifting it and leaning in to press kisses along her jaw and neck, pulling away only for the moment the shirt passes, before diving in again against her skin, hands spreading over her sides and back.
She fiddles with the knife at her side to remove it and he tries to stay out of the way as much as possible, knowing that if he were to try and help he’d likely never get the thing off. But she’s soon hovering over him, lifting his shirt, and he obliges her.
He pushes up against her, fingers stilling against her skin and removing when the shirt comes off, his core muscles tensing as he shifts so that she’s settled completely on his lap and his torso is free of the sand below them. And when his skin is free of the shirt and it’s dumped into a pile at their side, his hands return to her, to do the same to her, unable to stop himself from lifting it and leaning in to press kisses along her jaw and neck, pulling away only for the moment the shirt passes, before diving in again against her skin, hands spreading over her sides and back.
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
