It’s over and the familiarity is back, your embrace and your lips working my system better than any bong rip could. Relief with no tingles, a bubbling joy at the success of keeping the thoughts inside and a simultaneous fear that they might still come out.
Every glimpse of you in a vulnerable position stops my heart. Every second you’re focused on something else alerts me that there is more to your life. I want to be all of your life.