Red Window (Explicit)

City lights crawl across your skin

Red, gold, white

A moving constellation only I can read

You stand at the window

Wrapped in nothing but night

Cars pass below

Lives rush home

We don't

I come up behind you

Arms slip around your waist

You melt like you've been

Waiting for gravity

Your head tips back onto my shoulder

Neck open

Invitation

Our reflection stares back at us

Four eyes

Two mouths

One story we never quite finish

My hands travel slow

Ribs

Stomach

Lower

Your fingers dig into the glass

Cold under your palms

Heat everywhere else

You say Someone could see

But you don't move away

The city is a blur now

Only our bodies are in focus

When we finally leave the window

There's a fog on the glass

And a new constellation written there

We don't name it

We just live inside it

Until morning