this is a romantic weblog, ye bastard

we sit upright as we kiss, and at first we kiss like friends, with our eyes open, almost laughing. but as our hands star moving, we begin to believe, and our eyes close, and our heads turn this way and that, we're kissing each other but so much more, kissing like warriors saving the world, the last two, the only two who can save everything - and because we are too post-drunk tired to keep our hands upright with our eyes shut, we recline, and soon the towel underneath her is just a crooked snakeskin and we have taken off our pants, the air cool where we are now bare.