Well here goes nothing
His breath is heavy on my lips, as mine is on his. His eyes are daring as his glance keeps slipping to my lips. It's as time has slowed down and in the moment of not knowing I take him all in. Everything about him complements another part, you can never pin point anything out of the ordinary about him.
I get lost in his deep brown eyes as he drops his mouth to mine, but soft as it was I could imagine the heat that could have warmed the coldest parts of any soul on this planet. He moves slowly backwards until I hit the wall, he puts his free hand beside my head and intertwines his mouth with mine. I can feel his smile, and I smile back. It's all so quite and never once gets rough, as though my lips are rose petals or butterfly wings and he didn't want them to bruise. Though it all sped time up, it was the slowest. Even though it was passionate it was softly intimate.
Everything was in its element
I'm going to put a song with every entry to make you understand what lead me to write what I wrote. Listen to it when your reading; your welcome for the new and fantastic music
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Insanity
Short StoryPoetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it give the illusion of having had the experience, without actually going through it. -Rumi