It’s me, overstimulated.
It’s a shiver that forms on my tongue,
waiting for an exhale that won’t come.
It’s my mouth watering for her lips
It’s the scent of her naked body
It’s the sound of skin on skin
It’s the radiance of her oval eyes, batting eyelashes flooded with dopamine
It’s the embrace of what feels like an eternity
It’s the touch of an escape from reality
It’s the way she looks when she thinks no one knows she’s sexy
It’s the way she doesn’t even know I’m in love with her.