24.08.22
my lord.
hazelnut sank through both of his eyes, his lips arranged to match his cheeky smile that creased each side of his face to small spots of happiness. His skin softer than the cotton my body sleeps in, his smell submerged in my nose. A warm familiar scent, a safe scent. I couldn't stop looking at him. I've never been so fascinated with one's looks.
He was dutch.
He's let the sun crystallise his skin to a deep chestnut brown and his eyebrows mimic his hair; big and full.
He looks like a fuckboy
A big fucking player
He tries to convince me otherwise, with his contrasting angles that measure from the tip of his head to the tip of his toes.
I remember the first time our eyes met, the way my teeth hit my bottom lip unintentionally. His eyes were bigger than mine. His lips smaller, allowing me to overlap when we kissed. He loved my lips, and commanded me not to give him fuck me eyes.
He took me from the balcony to the beach. I was told to remain on the inside of the payment away from the road. His kisses felt like butter and his body was so warm. His skin felt so fucking good. We talked for hours. His English was good, but I could read his words from his eyes. He clasped my neck, twisting his fingers into the roots of my hair, gripping softly. He began to kiss my lips, his hands hugging my waist. This one night was all we had. The ocean rippled upon the rocks of the beach, singing.
My lips parted and my nails gripped into his skin. His shoulders broad and the muscle inside them just turned thoughts in my head.
I remember hearing myself breathe heavy, I think I let out a couple soft moans inside his mouth. We were dressed in black. My dress was laced from my thighs to my chest, I wore gold as always. Tangled around my wrists and ears, my fingers and a gold piece around my ankle. I wore black stiletto heels that I could walk perfectly fine in only to find engraved slices in my ankles and around my feet.
I couldn't help but smile every so often, while we kissed, he gripped my thighs and my stomach in which made a swimming pool of butterflies at the pit of my abdomen.
I was so attracted to his dominance.
he called me a nerd and a freak
both I adored coming out of his mouth
he could be a criminal and I would stutter for his love
What made this so perfect was the fact we had one night
His flight was tomorrow
It's what made it all so stimulating
his cologne emptied my mind
I wanted every inch of him that night
his black Jordan's against my black blades
we were attractive
we fit aesthetically
I'd forgotten what it was like
...lust
