youarethesun
You don't quite know how this works, how to kiss and touch and feel. How to whisper lovely words that inspire lovely thoughts. And you so desperately want to show, but you can't.
She grabs your hand, demonstrates. You are sure that there is light exploding in your brain, sending sparks through your entire being. It makes you dizzy in the best possible way, light headed and sluggish and so very, very electric. You wonder if she felt. You hope that you showed.
Just a touch with those hands, and she can feel her whole body warm up. Liquid heat seeping through her veins, melting her bones and her thoughts away. Only for a moment though. She never allows herself to feel the heat for too long.
It already has been too long though and when realization charges at her and hits her so hard she comes crashing she doesn't know what to do. Just tries to brace herself for the impact when she hits the ground.
It doesn't matter, she never even touches it. Those hands are there to catch her. The smile spreads across her lips and for once she doesn't bother chasing away the warmth. Maybe, just maybe, she could let herself get used to it.
You crave the affection. Tilt your head to the side, pout your lips just right. Say all those pretty words and never get involved in the conflict, stay away from reality. Eat the praise.
She spoke such soft words, almost silent. He understood.
Your tounge swiped out, removing any excess droplets of orange juice. I watched your mouth, completely entranced. There was still the tiniest bit of juice on your lips, before I could stop myself my fingers were brushing it away. You froze, your eyes were wide. I couldn't bring myself to regret it, your lips were soft.
The first aid kit is right beside me. When I was younger and I hurt myself, mum would put a band-aid on the wound and I would instantly feel better. Or atleast trick myself into feeling better. Before I can stop myself, I've reached into the first aid kit and I'm unwrapping a band-aid. I press it on to the skin of my arm and I wait a moment. I don't feel any better.
She's scared, body trembling. She can feel herself breaking.
'What's going on?'
She can feel herself tearing, becoming nothing but a shell. Her mouth opens to scream, but it is done. She is not whole, she is seperated. Divided.
You drift closer and closer, you can see his eyelashes brushing against his skin. Your surroundings blur, fingers intertwine, eyes flutter shut and finally lips meet. It is seen as nothing but in that moment it becomes everything.
Don't get any closer. Stay where you are.
Don't get any more involved.
You could get burned...
You chuckle softly, and then you realise that it is the most empty sounding noise you have heard in your life. Your eyes widen, when did you turn into this. When did everything become the same?
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