Wrote this last night.
I want to explore your body. I want to reach out an touch you, lying next to me under the duvet. You are a boy and I am a girl, and I want to investigate the differences between us. It's close, and it's hot. Too close to fully make out one another's features anymore. The light is fading as we disappear beneath the sheets, but we don't need visibility. We have touch, we have scent, we have...taste. We have hot breath on our necks. We are scientists experimenting- searching for combinations to cause explosions; playing minesweeper on your skin. It is nice to appreciate each others bodies- novelties that will never wear off. I love to feel you touch me, I love to hear you love me. Right here, right now, in this moment, nothing is more important than the game. We're being selfish for two, shutting the world out. Lava bubbles beneath cause the temperature to rise
and that's when James rang.
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