Ruminations from a rainy night

By the bed

The air was always pregnant with the presence of a fear of rejection mixed with love, insecurity and obsession. Sometimes the senses were dulled, sometimes heightened to a degree of madness, both parties acting in a state of delirium, yet the problem always being their disparate emotions.
She insecure, he overwhelmed, she obsessed, he merely in love. It changed so much that it was never a fixed moment. Yet like it never was, the two continued to love as if anew.

By the table

The twinkle of lights reflect in pools of grey. Your warm face circling my palm, nuzzling its way into my breath. You catch my sigh with your tongue, splashing it around in your mouth, tasting its bitterness on your teeth. I laugh and you flick your tongue at the sound, engulfing it with one bite. It sinks in your tongue and touches the spot. Laughter is sweet and surprising.