I WANT Her (GirlxGirl)

Whiskey Kisses

Kisses that can intoxicate you as if her lips is laced with whiskey.

Words that burn at my heart, it's like her lips formed a forest fire inside of me.

I can feel my body heating up and im to intoxicate to wonder if it's the liquor inside of me or if  it's her tongue massaging my insides making a volcano form inside of me.

So instead of wondering about the feeling inside of me I just moan silently.

I wonder when will guilt shower me, I just want to stay drunk off her kisses and want her words to burn at my soul like a bomb fire.

Even when this is so wrong whiskey makes it so right

The aroma of sweat, lust, want, and whiskey is beginning to burn at the walls.

It's beginning to burn to dust and crumbles making vulnerable an understatement overall.

I'm starting not give a fuck about her coming in smelling like cheap cigarettes and empty promises or like fake love and vomit.

Atleast she came in

I just want her here for the moment even if the moment dosen't last long at least it was a moment.

I don't want our words to be put in words I just want our bodies to speak for them selves.

I want that unexplainable look in her eyes to embrace me.

I want to be drunk off her kisses laced with whiskey

                          -By Lj

                  |Dynasty P.O.V|

"I vacation there." Atlanta said then she walked out sending sharp daggers to my heart.

I wanted her, I wanted her to embrace me with kisses from her bright pink delicate lips. I just wanted that moment to last for a moment.

Even when she said what she said I still wanted her, matter a fact it made me want her more. I wanted to prove her wrong. I mean yes I did somewhat have feelings for Money but I didn't know if that was just a friendship feeling or a romantic one.

Money is beautiful, sweet and so gentle with me but not sexually. She just fucks me like it's a "job" there's no passion, no kissing, nothing. It was just a strap and a pussy, there was no licking or anything it made me feel like nothing. I felt disgusted with my self in so many ways. To put the icing on the cake I didn't even have a organism, I had to stop her because it begin to become painful. I wanted to explain this to Atlanta but she wouldn't let me, which I understand but what I couldn't understand was why it hurted me so bad.

I threw the closest thing to me which was the lamp at the door out of fustration.

I craved her and couldn't understand the feeling of the need of her body pressed against mines. I never thought rejection hurted so bad. My feelings, my soul, my heart was burning internally. I just needed to run my hands through her beautifully twisted locks, I needed to trace my tongue along her tattoo on her chest that read "Blessed", she had alot of tattoos but I especially remember that one because it looked so beautifully carved in her chest, like a stamp almost. I needed her hands to travel up my sides and her lips to be locked on my burnig wet center. I shut my eyes remembering how her head looked inbetween my thighs and her tongue was like magic making my body do things I never knew I was capable of. I licked my lips thinking about how she tasted, that sweet mint taste but still refreshing. How she moaned and how her body arched into my face and the heavy breathing signaling me I had did her body justice.