Makin’ sweet sweet love in a sick sick place

Scintillating. A new sort of feeling I grapple with as you plow into me, as you wildly ride me. You are the definition of that word.

You fucking sparkle, shine, like the brightest light. Brighter than any damn light in space. Luminous. Dripping with something beyond brilliant.

We have to endure such shitty days, everyday. Purgatory. Hell. I don’t know what it is. But when I’m with you, all the bullshit melts away.

And the trauma of our scars start to heal as we start speaking as I imagine stars do, in a sick place, holding each other, in love.