We Clashed So Nicely.

Your head against mine, the pressure feels so calming.

Your skin is flushed, warm and soft in my hands.

Why are you holding me like I hold you?

Why do you like me, even just a little?

What do you see when you look at me?

My heart is pounding, shaking my bones so madly.

You embrace and mend me; my prayer to always be held.

God, it feels good...too good...

What happens if it's only a lie?