Sunflower

She opened like a flower to the light, letting it wash over and warm her as she displayed her insides, trembling but unashamed. Each petal pulled and sighed and gave, and she believed she was beautiful. Gasping, pleasure moved to pain, as heat overwhelmed her. Her eyes opened, confusion becoming fear. The light had misled…

Ache

I used to be able to tell you anything. Through your silences and perfectly-timed kisses, you opened me up to every word I wanted to speak. Vulnerability, honesty, they were stirred by the taste of your tongue. And together we began unfolding.