Wild Things

The night was wild like her hair.

But so was she.

For she was night and he was day. He cradled her every time she’d shine with outstretched arms.

For she was like the sea, and he the ocean.

His love was deeper than even the sea.

He was like winter; secluded and too often sure of himself.

She was like Summer where she melted his heart even with the mere thought of her.

He’d sniff her hair until he’d kiss her ruby red lips and kissed her snow white skin uncontrollably to the point where even he had made her tremble in ecstasy.

A wild moan with subtle breaths escaped her every time he kissed her and thrusted his body upon her.

They were inseparable.

The sun was warm like his body.

His kisses were wild like an animal’s.