Thoughts of a girl in love:
I wonder what our first argument will be about,
if he'll tell me when he's mad at me, or will I have to taste it in the air?
I wonder how I'll respond when he leans in for that first kiss, or how he'll respond when I kiss him back.
I wonder what his scent is like when the cologne is washed away, and his temperament is when the cordiality is no more.
I want to consume him, yet be enveloped by him.
I long for the time and place when we take up the exact same space, joined together beneath the stars in a world that is solely ours.