Stay

Speeding home with you on the motorway, watching the sky darken, the naked branches of trees arch up towards it, reaching for God, lights splintering on my lashes through my half-closed lids. And wrapping
myself in my soft black cardigan, you are all I think about, remembering the taste of your kisses.
Remembering that soft spot right there, remembering biting down on the sinewy muscle of your shoulder, leaving my mark on you.

You do not say, but you must feel it, don't you? When you do not take your eyes off my face, memorizing the shape my lips make, how my collarbone move under my skin as I gasp from your touch, turn my face into your chest, enveloped and swallowed by your cologne, by the coolness of the night.

I would stay with you as long as you stay with me.