DO YOU EVER HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE IN A REALLY SHITTY SITUATION AT HOME AND YOU JUST WANNA KEEP THEM AT YOUR PLACE FOREVER AND SNUGGLE WITH THEM AND EAT PIZZA AND WATCH YOUR FAVORITE MOVIES TOGETHER AND SHOVE THEIR PARENTS/SILBINGS INTO A BIG PUDDLE OF MUD
Tonight, baby, I’ll smoke ‘til I forget you.
A big part of me really hopes you’re as confused as I am in all this. You see the disastrous pitfalls and the impossible choices, and part of you wants me in spite of it all.
I want him to walk in and see me like this. At my computer, toiling away with a furrowed brow. I wish he would burst through the door and catch his breath as his eyes linger over every inch of my body— hungry eyes. I look up, bewildered and he holds my gaze, heart racing. Hands shaking. The tension builds to its climax.
One. Two. Three.
He steps toward me as stand up to meet him. It’s magnetic. Pure attraction. His mouth is on mine before I can think better of it. Nails. Teeth. Hands in hair. The weight of his body pulling mine to the ground. Skin on skin. Hands fumbling. Eyes dilated.
Oh, god, give me human warmth. Give me passion.
Give him to me.