Entwined

Her skin wilted beneath my kisses, carefully placed...Like train tracks down her spine.
I said "In this moment, you are mine.. and I will never know when my fingerprints will decorate your flesh again..."
And she agreed, with a moan.. in the sort of tone you hear only when people are dying, or in love.
I know she never loved me.
Eyes bringing in the tide and swaying her motionless hip across my bare lap.
My eyebrow rising and falling, much like our slow breaths, greeting each other with a kiss... a hello and a goodbye in one single embrace.
She started to say "I don't like it when you..." and I found myself entangled with her legs. Bodies twisting in a bed, knotting and nodding in and out of bliss.
I said "Will this end? Are we even friends?"
and she smiled, and bit into my neck.
And I moaned...in the sort of tone you hear only when people are dying, or in love.
And I know I never loved her.