Temporal Transfix Pt. 2

The second piece of a ten-part work.

Dead Night Regrets

She’ll regret this in the morning, I think as she collapses on my chest,  lips suction cupped to my neck and her hands trail blazing skin. Here we will lay in this bed, move like one collective storm of ecstasy And what were we thinking? Until there is nothing but nature’s instincts under our skies, …