t h r e e: euphoria
My hands are tugging at the ends of his hair
Our lips collide together, and I struggle for air
We form a supernova, my insides are bursting
Firecrackers fizzle and threaten to erupt
His moans vibrate throughout our two slick bodies
My legs tightly coiled around his hips
I don't stop to think
I don't stop at all
In the stories, girls say the boy's lips taste like strawberries
Vanilla or cinnamon even
They all taste the same to me, they taste of freedom
Before it's over, before I have to tug down my skirt and fix my cardigan
That's when it counts
The feeling that ignites me, the firecrackers set off
A syrup coats the insides of my body
I forget everything and am reborn again, another identity, another girl
He's already fully dressed, a jerkish smile on his face
Somehow, without me noticing, he's out of the closet and I'm still inside
"See you soon sometime?"
And then he closes the closet door in my face, darkness encloses me
I'm left in the dark once more, back to reality
Then it all comes crashing down, the shame, the dirtiness
There's only one word for it: my little saviour
Euphoria.
