alex-ivy:

this is
         a moment squeezed between two cold hands and
         the taste of fresh, timid lips
this is
         a gunshot on a silent night and shared cigarettes
         giving off an aching glow
this is
         wide eyes dilated with hidden lust and
         tense telling of lewd intentions
this is
         hearts beating too quickly for our blood
         knees weak, near syncope
this is                         
         uppers, downers, inners, outers
         coursing through our touch
this is
         breath taking and
         out of control
this is
         madness   
this is
         lovely
but
this isn’t
            love