The way you move on the dance floor, continues to hypnotise me as it displays itself before me. Your like a clock, swinging side to side before my eyes, sending me into and exotic trance. Why do you do this to me? This isn't normal. I try and try, so godamn hard to keep you out of my mind. Fucking around with women, keeping up with social media and going to clubs that can't involve around you. Every time I'm with a girl, mg mind keeps drifting away to you, thinking about you when I kiss her, when I touch her. I'm thinking its you, and I know its so hard for you to see how much I'm hurting you from inside. But I'm trying to avoid the fact that I'm falling in love with you. Sometime I trip on you and every time I see you with someone else, its like I want to grip its hair and drag it as far away as possible. Your attention is what I crave most, and your affection just tops that all off. I get high off your scent, inhaling it deeply and letting it go before I lose mg breath. The desire that I get for you to touch me, so bad that I want more than a touch. I want you, all of you, from head to toe, your lips, your tongue to your hips and your dic-
"Lau, you okay bro?",
I looked up to see Larry looking at his phone, scrolling through social media. We were heading to Miami, a vacation has been requested. Though we were kind enough not to accept, but Eleni insisted on us to go and have fun while she sorted everything out for our workshops and club appearances.
" well, are you?",
it was then that I realised I hadn't spoke for a good 5 minutes.
"Uh, y-yeah Larry. I'm good".
"you sure, you don't sound good",
"Nah in fine".
" okay, well, were landing so, maybe its some fresh air that you need".
I nodded, and just like that, the pilot had announced that we have landed so we got out of our seats and grabbed our bags. We headed out of the airport after doing the necessary things inside and walked out to the front, spotting our taxi and threw bags In the back and hopped in, telling the driver to head to (what ever hotel y'all want but imma just say, 'hotel' ahkay?) The hotel. I looked outside the window, taking in the beautiful scenery of Miami.
Okay, maybe I should tell you about us. Hi, I'm Laurent, my twin brother is Larry, bourgeois. We are 20 years old, and we dance. We from France, and we dance. All our life we danced in the streets of our hood, for money and food, pur family was very poor and we tried our best to help our mamma with food and money. One day, while we were dancing, a lady came up to us and asked us for our names.
Flashback:
"Yes Larry!"
People loved our dancing and already we made nearly $50. Larry's dancing was out of this world.
