Somewhere in your mouth sleeps a secret. I tasted it once, lodged deep behind your left molar. You have rust red lips and too many past experiences for me to learn. I want to read the story of your past until it’s my favorite novel, but I’ll settle for memorizing the faint hairs on your thighs. I will tongue the moments you call mistakes until you believe me when I say, it’s alright. It’s fine. All of it. I don’t care about before. I am living in the noise of you and I, tonight.
Living In The Now | Lora Mathis (via buttg0d)