My Romeo and My Juliet

Cling. Words separate the meaning and the definition. Cling she screamed at me. Babble further, mark this mishap as our rite of passage. Could it be? Have I somehow stripped myself of instinct. Softened holes. I would have given it my all. She pulled me close and pushed her breath down my throat. These are the last flowers. Lick the salt from my thumb, I rubbed him in both wrong and right ways. Breath sucked in. Shocked and pleasured, but I felt the hesitation in his eyes. I washed the truth from my skin, thinking of her tongue.