When I see her my heart pounds. Pounds so loud that everyone that's in the room can hear my heart making the beat of her name. Her sense of touch brings chills down my spine. The way her blissful words escape from her lips, that remind me so much of pillows made by god himself. The way her toes curl when my lips french kiss her heated core. Or maybe its the way her body molds to mine making me wish this moment can last a lifetime. Or its how she scratch my back signaling me to go deeper as her breathing speeds up and mist floats in the air. I truly think it's the look in her eyes that clarify that she needs me. But I wonder is this how she makes my bestfriend feel? Is the look of passion , lust and love still in her eyes when she looks at her. When she fucks her do she scream in pleasure like she does with me. I know what Im doing is wrong but I cant get enough. Her fingers lingers on my skin even when her presence isn't present. My Names Atlanta and Im Love with my bestfriend, my closet thing to family, the mothefucker I built my empire with... Im In Love With her Lover.