1 November 2012
Caressing your cold back, making you shiver as my hand travels up your cold spine. Making you smile widely in your tiredness. Eyes still closed. The butterflies going mad in my stomach as I see your face. Butterflies with razor sharp wings.
I pull you closer so your heavily beating heart can feel mine. My clumsy fingers now carefully playing with your messed up hair, as your eyelashes tickle my chest when you blink. Our legs locked together. Never wanting to part.
Hands intertwined. Fitting perfectly. In need of each other. In need of the warmth of your breath against my skin. In need of the feeling when your soft lips wearily touch mine for what feels like the first time . In need of you.
Addicted. • Opuss № I