We’re like dancers. Our bodies making perfect shapes. Drugs fill my blood, my body becomes fluid as we drain into an echo of limbs, mouths, and sounds. I melt into you. You grab my neck, my hips, grazing your teeth down my sides and pushing my arms up with the intention to bring me deeper into you. I’m drowning in the smell of your skin, we’re drowning each other, and when I think about surfacing for air, euphoria sets in. I’m pulled from the deep by the pulsing of your fingers pressing into me until my skin molds to you. Drifting into exhaustion I exhale the things I’ve held onto for too long.