[dieter jones]
i felt my stomach bubble nervously for the sixth time tonight as i watched her twirl and move in an odd fashion in our hotel room, she called whatever she was doing, dancing, more like random awkward movements. my lips were slightly parted, a cigarette in between them, the almost transparent smoke flowed to the ceiling and then, vanished, my nervous feeling going away with it.
outside, the rain was falling, quite hard. from the window, the highway lights shined through, casting a shadow on the chipped painted almost white wall.
her curvy body came walking towards me, the mattress shifted as she sat down next to me and placed her head on my shoulder, her short colored hair tickled under my chin, her breath smelled of beer and smoke, quite like mine. i watched the cars go by from the highway above, the night life danced across the wall, hypnotizing me. my heart began to beat loudly as her lips passed against my clothed shoulder, i wanted her lips against mine.
the dark ashes from my cigarette were now resting in a small tray on the floor, near the bed.
our lips were pressed together, our hands roamed each others bodies, our body were being fueled by pleasure, i promised myself i couldn't let her complete me, her short hair feathered out against the white sheets, the night light continued to dance against the wall of our hotel room. her full pink lips hung heavy underneath me.
once the atmosphere in the room settled and another cigarette was between my lips and one in hers. her tired eyes playing the stars and moon deep within, if you looked deeply, you'd see the millions of galaxies. "dieter," she says, blowing smoke from her mouth,
"i'm sorry but i fell in love tonight," a whisper, those very words escaping her mouth, making my heavy heart pound,
"i didn't mean to fall in love tonight," every word coming from her mouth made my insides shiver and freeze,
my heart was begging for her, "i am in love with you." i whisper.
[is there somewhere by halsey]
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