Sep 10, 2011 15:23
I am drowning in the intoxicating scent left in my sheets. Sweet and soapy, like little orchid buds, wrapping me up like a warm blanket. Like a song that I only know the tune to.
I can't concentrate. Tunnel vision with those pretty bedroom eyes at the end, the slope of full lips parting to let me in... Feels like stars colliding, a volcanic eruption, some kind of organic plate shifting, a quaking that hasn't stopped since the day I met her.