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there's this one moment that i always seem to remember. it doesn't matter the setting, nor the time, nor the external influences. it can be cold outside, or warm. it can be snowing, or raining. i can be naked. i can be clothed. the windows can be open, for all the world to see. it matters most when he's above me, that's when it really sticks. i open my eyes just so i can see his closed. i look down and my lips, so close to his. i can feel his chest pressing on mine, up and down. up and down.
u p a n d d o w n.
up and down. with every breath. the breaths come out to the beating of our hearts. they collide, just outside our mouths escaping from our lips. and i look down, to see them. they touch, and i close my eyes. only the tops register the feeling. then the bottoms. the tops. the bottoms. the side. the other side. our breath is out of sync. i lean my forehead in toward yours. lips pulling farther from where they began. we're kissing without touching. our breaths sync up once more. i close my eyes and lean if for what has seemed like 100 years of distance. and
w e k i s s.
just to start it all over again. our cheeks press together. my right to your right. my left to your left. your right to my right. your left to my left. sitting up to kiss your shoulder, i brush it with my lips, the same way you brush mine with yours. and i grab your temples, staring a shot into your gaze. my thumbs feel the pulse just above your ears. or maybe it's my pulse. but i hold you just small distances from my lips. we breath into one another. and close our eyes. and when it's all over
w e k i s s.
again. and everything is right. that moment, i live it over 1,000 times in my head, but it's never as good as the true experience. because no words can really express the true experience. they just cant...
u p a n d d o w n.
up and down. with every breath. the breaths come out to the beating of our hearts. they collide, just outside our mouths escaping from our lips. and i look down, to see them. they touch, and i close my eyes. only the tops register the feeling. then the bottoms. the tops. the bottoms. the side. the other side. our breath is out of sync. i lean my forehead in toward yours. lips pulling farther from where they began. we're kissing without touching. our breaths sync up once more. i close my eyes and lean if for what has seemed like 100 years of distance. and
w e k i s s.
just to start it all over again. our cheeks press together. my right to your right. my left to your left. your right to my right. your left to my left. sitting up to kiss your shoulder, i brush it with my lips, the same way you brush mine with yours. and i grab your temples, staring a shot into your gaze. my thumbs feel the pulse just above your ears. or maybe it's my pulse. but i hold you just small distances from my lips. we breath into one another. and close our eyes. and when it's all over
w e k i s s.
again. and everything is right. that moment, i live it over 1,000 times in my head, but it's never as good as the true experience. because no words can really express the true experience. they just cant...