Life has a funny way of twisting your experiences away from your expectations.
I see you for the first time and ****,
He is handsome, but I need to snap back into reality
Yeah right…
If you know me, you know I’m not the most realistic person.
**** the norms; embrace the impossible.
I want to run after you because you’re constantly running through my mind
With your **** orange sneakers.
“Hey there, tiger”
“Lookin’ good today”
“Nice tie”
Flirt.
Flirt.
Flirt.
Shhhh!
“Raincheck”
Fine.
I promise I won’t get you in trouble if you stop being so irresistible.
Feel the tension? Full of lust? God, I hate waiting.
Why do you keep repeating “raincheck” when the sun is shining outside that very window?
I take your hand, lower myself onto your lap.
“Get outta here”
Fine.
This has been the longest month of my life.
Are you ready? Is it time? How about tonight?
I’m driving through the calm darkness, but suddenly I don’t feel so calm.
I’m as shaky as a ****** ***** in desperate need of a quick fix.
Trembling as I turn the ****, the door opens, and you appear.
Taking my hand and looking into my eyes,
“Wow. You are so beautiful”
Euphoria, disbelief.
Is this seriously happening?
Your hand slides up my back, and I’m pushed to the wall.
I want this, I’ve anticipated this, waited so long for this.
Kissing you.
No place I would rather be right now.
My shirt comes off.
Do you like what you see?
Just want to impress you, just want to wow you, want you to keep wanting me.
****, you’re so hot.
Pick me up, throw me on the bed.
Do whatever you want, I don’t care.
There’s no going back now.
Your clothes come off. Completely. Wow.
Skin on skin, bodies melting together,
My lips travel all across you, your whole body.
“How does this feel?”
“Do you like that?”
“yes?”
Yes, YES!
Lying together, still unclothed,
Baring it all, my body, my emotions, my complete satisfaction.
But who cares?
All I know is I am at ease with you, yes you.
Keep touching me. Don’t worry, your hands fit my curves perfectly.
Speaking of perfect, you’re perfect, so perfect… to me.
Your breathing is slow, a stark contrast to your quickened breath earlier.
Sleeping? No. you kiss my shoulders, hold me tighter.
I could stay like this forever. Could you?
Nevermind, I don’t want to know.
After all,
“Ignorance is bliss.”