Eye contact. Our eyes would speak and tell words only they both get, but we'd both have that feeling that our senses are being seduced. So I'll just lean in slowly, eyes still staring at each other and we'll both close our eyes. My face'd be so close to yours but still not touching it, but you could feel my breath shaking. You'd lend gently your warm hand towards my face, and you'd caresse my freckled cheek with your thumb and rest your hand behind my ear. At that moment I wouldnt be able to think straight and you'd laugh at me after getting red. And after a heavy silence while only the eyes were in a deep communication, we'll let our lips taste each other and we'll kiss till you knock all wind from my lungs, I'd feel that kiss with the strong scent of mint chewing gum being exchanged in our billowing breaths. We'll kiss until we break apart for air, and I'd rest my forehead against yours and gather some needed oxygen before I smile and taste your smile again. It won't feel imaginative or virtual because then, finally, it'd be happening.
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Freckled Thoughts
RandomA bunch of short stories made out of unspoken thoughts and messy feelings. You can find yourself here and get lost between these lines.
