I Hate To Admit It, But I Cant Stop Thinking About What You To Do My Body

Im so completely attached to you. You take me to the moon and back with just one touch. I just want to hear you say my name in a way that no one else can. Late at night. Breathy. Desperate. This connection has caused an effect on me I didnt know existed. Its a deep burn in the pit of my stomach causing me to crave you.

If we were in our right minds wed know how terrible we are for each other. But I give in every single time because your intensity radiates off of you like a drug that I need. I want. I desire. The effect you have on me is palpable. You take me to a place of nirvana Ive never been to before and thats why I know its too late to walk away. You feel too good for me to not give in to you.

Its lips on lips. Its fingernails running down backs. Its two fucked up, likeminded individuals wanting temporary relief from their brains.

Because you and I are two people who get trapped inside their own heads. But when were together we get trapped inside each other.

In a room full of people, Ill still be drawn to you first because no one sets my body on fire like you.

I dont want your last name but I want to hear you scream my first one. We both feel the same. We dont need to be each others forever as long as were each others right now. No one would be able deny the chemistry that reacts as soon as our bodies touch. I know I sure cant. And its not something Ive felt before. Were both playing a part together right now. A part where love doesnt matter and all that matters is this.

Its a hunger. Its a thirst. Its instinctive. Its animalistic. Its one of those things you cant simply sum up in a sentence. They say you need love with sex for it to be amazing. But when Im with you I know this isnt true. Because most of the time I down right hate you. Hate you for making me want you so badly I cant think about anything else.

Its sex. The one youre thinking about right now. The one that pops into your mind when its late at night and youre by yourself. Its the one that you use as a benchmark when your friends ask you who the best was. Its the one that still turns you on every time you think about it.

Thats the one. Thats this one. The one that envelops your brain when youre trying to think about anything else. The one that makes you want to quit your job and do nothing else with your days.

Its rough hands. Wandering fingers. Endless nights. And when it ends and your body finally returns to earth, you wonder what the fuck just happened.

How someone could make you feel so alive and simultaneously make you question everything you knew before.

I dont know if Ive heard anything hotter than when oh baby slips out of your mouth while your fingers are completely intertwined in my hair. Its not just the act itself but the ability to be free with you. Free to be myself in such a raw state is incredibly liberating. Honey,

So dont go. Dont slip out of my bedroom and kiss me on the forehead like every time before. Just stay. Stay and lets do this over and over again until we forget that anything outside of this exists. Lets get lost in each other. Because you take me to the highest highs and thats all I want. Its too late to run away from this. Lets just embrace it. Lets be each others right now. Weve got nothing to lose.

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