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It feels like I'm running....
Our lips connected and it felt like I was running, which is weird because running is desire, passion, desperation and I never feel those things. At least I didn't think I did until we became one and suddenly that desire, that passion, that desperation wasn't just a one time thing. I craved you, your skin, your hair, your touch. It became all I knew, all I wanted to know. Your embrace was my home, your kiss was my medicine, and your eyes, oh your eyes, I had never seen eyes that shone so bright. Like a terrible storm the electricity between us only seemed to grow the more friction our bodies produced. Babe, you were the reason I got over my fear of thunder. Your breath the wind. Your sway the river. Your body the boat that carried me to sleep each night. Babe, you're my passion. My master piece. Like a sculptor I could spend hours admiring your lines and shapes. I could study for years and never produce something quite as breathtaking as you. My desire, like a kid in a candy store or a klepto in a corner store I can't help but want every bit of you I can get my hands on. My desperation. My life raft, the light at the end of the tunnel, the last bottle of alcohol you find in the back of the fridge you didn't think you had. Of course course with you the bottle's always full. I get drunk off your lips. I get high off your half asleep whispers and the trembling sighs as I bring my hand down your chest. You are all I know and all I want to know. You're all I need to survive. My desire, my passion, my desperation. When our lips connect my heart skips a beat and it feels like I'm running but after all these years I finally know where.
Does anyone else get the urge to sneak out and go on incredible adventures in the middle of the night? Because I look out my window every night wishing my life was different. More interesting. More friends. More extracurriculars. More adventures. I won't say it and I feel bad but I wish people invited me to do things. Yeah I'm shy and quiet but all I want in the world is to hang out with friends and and go on adventures and take aesthetic photographs, and maybe get drunk or even meet a boy. I want so much more but I don't know how to get there.
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