Love like woe

They were exhausted. They had been at it all night, rustling the sheets. Her black dress and heels were laying on top of his button-up and his jeans. Her hair was a wreck, in all tangled sorts, but that was of no importance. It was one in the morning, he smelled of bourbon and she smelled of something fruity. Their bare skins were touching each other, they both knew each others bodies quite well. He knew that she had a dark freckle on the left side of her chest and she knew that he had a birthmark on his back shaped like a 'K'. How can this be any more perfect, they both thought. They had only known each other for two months now, but it felt right. Everything. He was over 6' tall, with brown hair and blue eyes, she was tall for a girl, they saw the world the same way. This happened often, they would love until they passed out, until the black of black, until the sun would rise. She left a residue on his body, the sheets and pillows would mark their bodies, leaving creases and red marks when lifted. He hated this though, because every morning he would wake up from this dream to only start his day with nostalgic thinking until the next sleep. It was a love like woe, she existed but he had to look a little harder.