sometimes i get in these moods

there are a million others just like us, just as happy and content and lingering in bed when we should be socializing and smiling and laughing down the stairs but none of that matters, not one bit, when we have this bed and we have our lips that keep finding each other and our bare legs intertwined and our hands learning each other still after all this time, still figuring out new ways to make the other gasp or shiver or giggle while sneaking fingertips under shirt hems, completely immune to everything else past this bed, we're the castle and the floor is the moat, and all those millions of others happily in their own beds, in their own castles, bridges drawn up, sharing their own kind of love and their own kind of whatever they choose to be and enjoy, none of that matters at all because my fingers are snaking up your backbone and yours are trailing down my leg and not a single knight in any far away kingdom could pull me away from this