Here I am, losing myself. Pressing into your body, enwtining my legs through yours. We knew this would happen tonight. We felt it, could taste it in the air. Your hands run across my stomach, tracing a pattern I do not understand. In the wake of your fingertips is trail of fireworks. I try to concentrate on not kissing you. I try to distract myself with the tv, but the images only numb my eyes and make me think harder of your mouth.
Your lips are soft, fuller then I expected. Your tongue dips in, out. I reach for more and I am so aware of your body pressed into mine that I am almost sure my brain will burst. My heart is beating so quickly and under your black Graveyard Blues t-shirt, I feel yours quicken too. I keep my eyes closed and push my hair up out of the way, running my fingers through the blonde waves. I wonder if you think I am a terrible kisser. I have a moment of panic and then the vodka numbs the emotion, as vodka has a habit of doing. I pull away slightly and almost laugh at how you lean up for more, throw me over so I am pinned, press your mouth harder.
I have wanted this for so long. Now here I am and I can't do it anymore. I pull away and lie my head on the pillow. Your arm stays wrapped around my torso. We lie there and I turn my head so I can look at you and I watch you breathe. Your nose is bigger from this angle, although this a thought I quickly attempt to expel. It's a nice nose, slightly curved, thin. Your skin is pale and washed in an electric blue from the tlevision. My lips spark, I am so desperate to kiss your neck. I imagine it softer then your cheek, which has the soft pinpricks of stubble. We lie there and Jack Johnson's voice is washing over me. I know that tomorrow I will download that song and play it over and over, to remember. Trying to remember every moment that the vodka has erased. You tell me how drunk you are and I know it's a lie but I bite my tongue. Light breaks through the window, dawn has been delivered. A new day is being born and I know I will be pushed into it, long before I will be ready. There is a cool breeze coming in through the hole in the window (looking at it in the daylight, i realise there is more hole then window, and I hide a smile. Even this stupid hole, designed by a beer bottle, makes me love you more). The fresh air makes me realise how stuffy the room is and you must think so to because you rise from the bed.
You drive me home and we talk of nothing. Our words are pointless, just letters strung together in a recognizeable design. I wander through the hallway of the apartment, tripping over my own feet. For a moment I sit on the ugly brown carpet, leaning my back against the cream wall. I rest in a haze of happiness. Later, I will be horribly confused about what happened between us, or more, what didn't happen. What might have happened, what will happen, what I hope for. I will be lost in a no man's land between falling harder for you and turning my back on you. For now, I lie against the cold wall and remember the pattern across my stomach. And realise you were spelling your name.
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