Kiss me
He doesn't speak the words softly, nor does he speak them harshly. It's a command, though, of that I'm sure. And there is nothing else I'd rather do, than obey every command that is demanded by him, for the rest of our lives. 'Kiss me'. I grab his shirt and push him back against the wall and before he can speak again I crash my lips onto his. There's nothing called being too rough, or not rough enough in this world we now enter. It's simply a world full of passion, and passion decides for itself how rough it wants to be. 'Kiss me'. We lose ourselves in this world, as we have done so many times before. It is so easy to let go and lose control when we're together. And none of us mind, because it simply feels perfect to be together and be able to let go.