Lucia
My consciousness is probably making fun of me at this very moment, as I’ve done the opposite of what I said I would do. I had suggested dinner with his Nana to avoid being alone with him, and look at where I am now, lying on his luxurious satin sheets in his King size bed, his lips devouring my mouth, making my body burn like a furnace, while the sweet lyrics to the song Dreaming of You are coming out of the walls. It’s sarcasm at its best crying out loud how he makes me feel.
This is some disastrous, yet delicious art I am making.
His kisses are not delicate. They possess an undeniable fervor, a desperate longing as if tomorrow may never come. In one fleeting moment, he showed me the vastness of the sky, and now he elevates me to the heavenly heights with his intoxicating touch,
