I couldn’t take my lips off of you. No matter how hard I tried to pull my lips away from your skin. I couldn’t. I was hungry.. burning up inside. Your gravity had a hold on me… You fed my soul. So powerful and so humbling to be trapped in orbit around your body. I just wanted more.
I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.