i.
forehead kisses;
flannel covered embraces.
ii.
funny how a such a simple act
made me so intoxicated, yet it seems natural.
iii.
the nature of these feelings has nothing to do with
butterflies in my stomach, but maybe a whole flock of birds.
iv.
I can feel my heartbeat in my throat, my face is flushed,
going faster than any hummingbirds, whether inside me, or in my head.
v.
so warm, so promising, so deadly--
fleeting moments like this make me wonder
why I bother trying to breathe around you.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
i.
forehead kisses;
flannel covered embraces.
ii.
funny how a such a simple act
made me so intoxicated, yet it seems natural.
iii.
the nature of these feelings has nothing to do with
butterflies in my stomach, but maybe a whole flock of birds.
iv.
I can feel my heartbeat in my throat, my face is flushed,
going faster than any hummingbirds, whether inside me, or in my head.
v.
so warm, so promising, so deadly--
fleeting moments like this make me wonder
why I bother trying to breathe around you.
Strawberry blond
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