waterfalls

on my mind

That laugh was music to my ears and I desired to hear it on a loop like it was my favorite song.

I allowed myself to float away with my girl, forgetting about any of the consequences that were to come from indulging in my self-desire.

It felt good to laugh and think about the good ol days. It felt even better to have her. Here with me, in front of me. I look up from my dinner plate and just get lost in her.

It was like she was putting me under a trance and only she could break it. She was irresistible. She was all I could ever want, all I could ever need.

Her full pink lips meet the rim of her wine glass and her eyes get caught on me. "Berlin." She says my name. I'm tempted to respond but I just wanna hear my name roll off her tongue once more.

She could speak for hours and I swear not a thing in the world could pull me away.

"Berlin?"

I couldn't take my eyes off of her, especially her beautiful mouth. Her bottom lip is slightly fuller than the top and coated in a dainty pink glittery gloss.

"Is my lipgloss smeared or something? You keep looking at my lips all weird."

Fuck. I wanted to do more than look. But I push that thought aside, right now wasn't the time to fantasize about taking her on this table.

She wanted to have a nice date without me being in her words "a horny ass feening ass, nigga" whatever tf that means, "Nah you're good I just got lost in thought." She rolled her eyes and smiled

And that smile. My god, that smile is everything and so, so much more. Y/n is a beautiful mess. She's chaotic and sensitive and has a bit of an attitude problem but I still want nothing more than to get lost in her mess.

Because getting lost in her, means finding myself. Finding the happiness that I've longed for all my life. I never knew what I was missing until I found her.

But in a way she found me.

I will always want more with her. She's my first love, my only love and I'm no longer letting the past stand in the way of her being my last love. There was a burning desire inside of me that was eager to know every single, little detail about her.

I wished she would continue talking forever. I needed to hear more, see more. I've always been so drawn to y/n because she's real, she's raw, uncut. She always speaks her mind, she doesn't give a flying fuck what anyone thinks of her. And being trapped in a world filled with a bunch of fakes, frauds, and phony's, that's a beautiful thing.

Sometimes I think I want nothing to do with her, but the thought of being without her makes me want to set the world on fire. I despise this girl with all my heart, despise her in the best of ways despise her so fucking much that I love her.

It feels like my tongue has swelled in my mouth preventing me from getting the words out. I don't know what the hell is holding me back.

Perhaps, I wasn't sure if I was ready, but more importantly, I wasn't sure if she was ready. Whenever I look at her I see everything I have ever wanted.

But I've always feared that I could never be everything she needs. Just as I was about to put her mind to rest. Just as I gained the courage to grab her by the waist, look her squared in the eyes and tell her all the things I've wanted to-

"-I love you."

I say it with my full chest under the dim light and the candlelit dinner y/n pauses. she drops her fork and closes her mouth, eyes wide.

"B-Berlin?"

It was the first time I ever said I loved her, out loud at least.

"I love you ( Y/n)." Her eyes water over and she rounds the table towards me. "You mean it? For real?" My eyes softened. Standing up I look down at her and feel all the love I have for her in my chest.

"The attitude you give me and the smiles you bring
me."

"I want to know every part of you, just like I desire to
taste every inch of you. I want it all, ( y/n )."

"I should have done so many things different, But I choose you now and I choose you forever."

"Berlin."

Shit. I love the way my name slides off her tongue Sweet but sexy, with an extra side of sass. Her eyes light up, teasing me. But I decided that I will not let her get away with it this time.

I push her against the wall, fighting back a grin because it's so hard for me to contain how excited I get when we touch.

It's been too long since our lips have been connected. Even a second feels too long now that I've gotten a taste.

She lets her hands touch me, grab me, explore my
body, awakening my inner beast. I push, she pulls, she runs, I chase. God, she drives me fucking insane.

I can't get my mind right...

But all I know as I'm kissing the girl of my dreams is that I wouldn't trade this moment for anything. Anything at all.