Tipsy
You are so fine, sometimes I forget to breath. This is one of those times.
Your hard body pressed up against mine, traps me posted up against the kitchen wall. Loves calls.
Blood rushes into places, sitting in spaces, it expands making tender flesh melt.
Your eartbeat erases any afraid. Your mouth laced with Ciroc, pushes courage throughout.
"If this is a mistake I don't care just let this happen tonight. " You whisper into my spine, your words stick to the top of my neck, fingers trace up the bottom of my back. Goosebumps.... is what you place in the space between lovers and friends and the place I have to be.
Regret free, I turn around and let the alcohol take effect. I can feel you lend into my face, I feel your sensation, your pulse beating inside of mine. I kiss you like if I don't I'll die. If this is a mistake let this kiss be free. Charge it to the head and not the heart, though they aren't far apart.