There's something about boys that's so...intoxicating.
Big, rough hands,
Hot on my skin.
Sending tingles through my body,
Drunk on the dopamine caused I'm pressed up against.
A universe created by tongues and teeth on skin, stardust on fingers dragging over the bare skin of my waist, hips, thighs.
Lust filled eyes hold galaxies while I hold onto the sheets,
Spinning my senses deeper into the vacumm of space between us that's getting smaller and smaller by the nanosecond.
Kisses like liquor, moans like smoke.
Burning, stomach churning, lung constricting bliss,
Filling every cell and clouding every thought with need.
Each boy is an artist with his tongue,
My body his canvas,
Our heavy breathing mixing with the sound of skin on skin.
Boys start a wildfire in my stomach,
Raging and burning until they put it out.
They always find their way,
Through paths burned before,
Some rocketing through at light speed while others take time to admire the ashes and embers raining down around them.
Boys are like monsoons,
Bringing bullet like rain,
Pushed by furious winds cutting down everything in it's path.
A force of nature so beautiful and deadly you must /have/ to put yourself /in it's way/.
Flooded cities,
Glazy eyes,
Warning bells and poisoned promises that taste just as good as they feel.
Boys are like earthquakes,
Shaking my foundation and bringing me to my knees,
Shifting the ground for one single, breathtaking moment,
Not knowing if you'll come out of this alive.
Boys are dangerous in a way that can't be stopped,
In a way that makes you crave /more/.
Something so pressing and important,
Yet beautiful and untamed,
Threatening to kill you with one move that you oh so desperately want to make.
Boys are like being inebriated.
They are the buzz in your head,
The warmth in your stomach,
The feeling of floating away even though your feet are still touching the ground.
They are the confidence in your voice,
The sway of your hips,
The loss of motor controls you'll soon forget you need.
They are the bite of alcohol,
The kiss of smoke,
The breath of everything wild and free.
It is hard not to get hooked on boys.
Especially since rehab always comes with a charming smile and wandering hands.
