Mama always said bad decisions happen after 12 AM,
But it\'s 11:57,
And you\'re in my bed.
My damp back is pressed against your sweat slicked skin,
Your fingertips drawing spirals on my stomach.
It\'s funny,
How I crave something so incredibly human,
Yet not even sexual.
Your touch,
Your lips not kissing,
Just resting on my neck,
Your breath in my ear,
Whispers more secrets than the wind ever did.
And if only you knew, mama
The way I felt at 11:58
The way you anchored me to this world,
Through your breath,
Your words,
Fuck
Even your gaze.
I don\'t need to face you to know you\'re looking at me.
I feel like I\'m floating,
Not tethered to the earth,
My soul bare and floating for all to see.
But in these moments,
Our shared breath and touch,
Reminds me,
That I am flesh and bone too.
But mama,
I know even if its 11:59,
This decision isn\'t any better.
But for fucks sake,
Can you blame me for wanting this?
The stars glitter softly through the curtains,
Illuminating your form.
And oh god, mama,
I thought in that moment,
No angel could\'ve looked more perfect than you.
I want to be selfish just this once.
And if I could make one bad decision in life,
It would always be you.
12:00.