Monday, June 29, 2015

I Was Waiting All Night For This

It was a blurry night wasn't it? Some sporadic off-the-mill kind of evening where we're just waiting for something to happen. And when it did, it was two lips ravaging each other after hours and hours of pauses, subtle touches, slow hand held and quiet stares.

I was waiting all night for this to happen. That's what you told me when we finally got the chance to get away from your friends and be on our own at a busy corner in hopes no familiar faces would see us.

Perhaps I felt the same and in that moment I heard nothing but the sound of my body craving for your every touch and every kiss; consuming me, drowning me.

photo by anonymous