two nights ago he held me in his arms so tightly i couldn't push down the feeling any longer, couldn't resist his pull, couldn't bear to think of regretting what might have been if i didn't do anything.
my lips grazed his for an instant, a split second, even less, before he pulled away from me, while still holding me tight. he murmured in my ears yet didn't let me go, and i didn't even think to cry, i just felt like i wanted to do it again if only he wished me to do so.
i hope - i yearn - i crave for him to kiss me next time.
M.L. - i guess i need his lips against mine to feel alive.













