intellectual stew and set the heat to simmer. I can taste your murmurs, your silent protests to breaking rules, breaking dishes, breaking bones. We used to break the ice, just to dive under and feel the chill.
I miss the shock of your skin on mine, the kiss on my shoulder.
(you liked the graceful slope and the perilous drop of my slender arms, I just enjoyed your flattery.) You told me to dance on their rooftops. You told me to carry you down the Ganges as a floating temple, a tribute to the vastness of desire. Your voices echoed in my hollows.
I asked you for salvation. You pressed your heart to my lips and told me to wait.
Good job at being creepy :D
Creepy how so?