him. 5.18.

I want him.
I want this.
So bad.
At my fingertips, but out of reach. Can taste him, and feel him.
Wanting.
Feelings posses my body.
I watch the rain.
Moving on is hard.
And the first person you fall for after a long heartache, is like a cushion.
They pick you up and dust you off.
You give yourself to them.
I am willing to give myself.
Sensation.
Filling my body, my lungs.
Can't breath, no air left.
Lust in his countenance.
Taking over.
My soul, mind.
Flooding my heart with happieness and an indiscribable feeling.
Something I haven't felt since ---
Heart pounding, clock ticking.
Waiting.
For the magic to happen.
Can't resist jumping.
Throw myself out there.
Vulnerable.
Trapped.
Running in endless circles.
Pleasures haunt me,
No escape.
My downfall;
Him.