I'm high now. The butterflies have left my body.
I keep catching myself looking over at you, then I laugh mad loud because I'm thinking things I shouldn't say.
You looked over and said, "You keep laughing instead of saying what you wanna say."
Ah, why do you know me so well..
I look over at you, I'm checking you out... again. It's like the fourth.. no the fifth time I've caught my eyes on you, wandering, appreciating the art that is you.
If we were still together I'd be laying up on you right now, touching your face and kissing your cheeks. But I can't just do that now that you aren't mine. But that's what I want to do.
I started smacking my leg because I was bored, watching tv laying down high as hell. My mind was wondering into provocative places, flashbacks of how amazing our sex was. Damn you really know how to make my body feel good.. you really know how I like it, and you always gave it to me just how I wanted it.
You reach across my chest and grab my hand, you place it above my head and you're holding it there.
"Why you smacking your leg?", you said as you laughed.
"Mmm I dont know it feels kinda good, and I'm high as shit"
I start with my other hand and you grab them both place them on my chest and keep ur arm on top of them. Now we're just laying there like that.
All I can think of is how fucking bad I want your hands caressing me. So badly I crave you, do you know how addicting you are to me?
You're rubbing my hand gently, slightly. But I feel your fingertips barley touching the side of my Breast.
"Just take them out and grab on em... just fuck me already." Is what I said IN MY MIND.
I couldn't say that out loud, I wasn't being bold tonight.
