the worst thing is, it’s all temporary.
so when the fuck does it become consistent?
“No fucking way, she kissed me.”
“Holy shit she kissed me.”
I pulled you in closer on that “dance floor”, lights flashing, music blaring, substance coursing throughout our veins. But even with all the distractions, all i could feel was you.
I was lost within your being.
it was a feeling that transcended lust.
it almost scared me. i was taken aback.
Normally this is the part where hands travel and hearts race, but it was different this time.
She was different this time.