Outside, it was dark and cold but inside it was warm and the air was heavy with sweat. There in the fake fog and bright strobe lights was a boy. There among the tanned, sweat dripping bodies, and chalk-colored hair, was a pale boy with black hair. It was there I noticed him, the dancer with nice shoes. Sensual thought out movements captured my eyes.
Most wouldn't have noticed him in the crowd of so many; I did. Him; the one who didn't dance with anyone. No one took his attention because he didn't need it. So he closed his eyes and didn't care.
Grace and fluidity took my body towards him to look, only to look. But as if he sensed me his eyes met mine; the boy held out his hand which I gladly took.
I only planned to look.
We moved in sync in a different world to others.
Thumping.
Pulsing sound.
His eyes a blazing fire.
All that is is here and now.
I held tighter danced harder, afraid to fall away
I met his eyes once more and at a sudden moment, I realized that this is what love is. Heavy, confusing. Necessary.
I feel it in my entire being; this boy who's soul I feel against mine. Yes, love, I need him like I need breeze in the sweltering heat of everyone else. Nobody is good enough now. Only him.
'I need you' he breathes in my ear, lips meet and my throat is dry as I got one sip of water and it wasn't enough making the thirst most unbearable. Amongst the heat he is a piece of ice on burning skin, his voice the cool glass as he sung slowly to a song I didn't know. His touch the water down my throat.
It isn't enough until he is no one else's but mine and mine alone to touch.
This is love I tell myself. But honestly? I know that's not true.
For this, is an obsession.
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A Basket of My Thoughts
RandomJust a virtual basket to dump my poetry and thoughts and such when I'm tired and my brain is exploding with thoughts and ideas. Also, when I have writer's block which is 20/7 out of my life. those other 4 hours of productivity are at 12 to 4 am and...
