October 2010
“Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many...”
– Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury (via thechocolatebrigade)
I’m feeling sensationally overwhelmed as I watch your lips move up and down. They draw me in, become temptation. Those lips, your lips. They’re all I think of. Close my eyes. Lean closer.
Body heat.
Hoping.
Waiting.
Nothing.
Waiting.
Confusion draws me back to reality. I feel cooler, a lonely chill kisses my lips. Realization comes back to my senses, I feel only my body heat as...
