Heat. It caresses my cheeks.

Orange. Her hair is tinted with warmth.

I can hear her breaths, calm. Never shaken. Not afraid.

I'm always afraid.

I wake up with this beatiful woman in my bed every morning. She rattles my very core.

The morning sun lingers upon her parted lips- and I feel as if I were to taste them, I would only taint them.

Long eyelashes. They flutter now and then. What kind of dreams would she have?

I've never asked.

My heated breaths turn cold and freeze upon my own lips.

Her fringes- they're always a mess.

I want to kiss were they part.

When she turns to my shoulder again, and a sleepy moan burns against my skin, my eyes squeeze shut.

Cheng Xiao was purity.

Her smile was the of one awe that my sister always gave.

Her laughter was the loved lullaby from when I was a child.

But Cheng Xiao was also sin.

Her body was the forbidden fruit at the garden of eden.

Her moans were the songs of a siren- and she was luring me towards my own demise.

No matter how many times I woke up with Xiao, I would never get used to it.

I would never get used to those ferocious locks of hair splaying across my skin,

or the sweet smell of her warmth like a toxin in my lungs,

or her legs tangled with mine in a feverish haze,

or that slit of skin between her parted bangs,

Oh, how I wanted to kiss beyond those bangs.