| Current mood: | awake |
| Current music: | Incubus; the Warmth |
your lips on mine were fabulous.. and tasting you afterward was intoxicating. a few minutes is all it will take sometimes to completely undo me.
everything is hazy, like walking in a dream. your words spin cobwebs that catch my thoughts and trap them, make them yours. I do not have to speak around you; you already know. your eyes command the attention of mine. mine implore yours to never go away. and when you stare at me, I feel as though I am sinking into the quicksand of your soul, consumed by you. the warmth of your lap cradles me in ways you cannot imagine as you lay your head on my tummy. we are at polar opposites of each other, pulled in an electro-magnetic field.
what am I getting myself into? I'm starting to miss you when you're gone, and desire to text you constantly..
it doesn't matter much. you turn the atmosphere wild with my anticipation of our inevitable passion...
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