it was 4 am.
your perfume is on. everything on me,
on all the world - you
are all around, you
are all my tattered senses
and no poetry,
no song, no writing,
nothing in this world
will make it better.
Imagine:
You walking in on Leo after he just got out the shower. His Hair slightly wet and his towel around his waist. You being flatter look away. You then feel a kiss on your cheek. Leo just puts his hand on your chin then turns you to look at them. He presses his body again yours. You're now against a wall. Leo starts kissing your neck. He looks you in the eyes blushing then kissing you once more.