i could taste the alcohol on your lips,
but i didn’t mind,
all i cared about was the way your lips
felt against mine,
how perfect ours fit together,
how the stubble on your chin
tickled my own.
you smiled into the kiss as a chuckle left your lips.
i pulled you closer,
allowing you to deepen our kiss,
returning the smile in between,
knowing that you felt the same
spark in that moment.
YOU ARE READING
Intoxicated
RomanceA boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
