Your chest against mine. Your hands interwined with my own. Hips against hips, bone against bone, warm skin against skin. Flesh. Warmth. Feeling. Finally. I had to struggle with myself. I’m still struggling with myself. I smile. You smile. No more struggle. Lips. Flesh. Tongue. Lips. Now I’m not struggling with myself, just struggling to breathe. Nails on skin. Bad decision? Good decision? Doesn’t matter, it was worth it.

Warm. Safe. Still worth it. Warm.

Now I’m struggling not to want to love you.