The kiss, the look, and the touch that the two of us gave each other were proof enough that there was something dark, mischievous, and twisted within the two of us. It was not something good, nor holy, nor an indication we were heading for a life normal people will have. It felt more like a sin. Something lustful, demanding, intoxicating and addicting. She was the source of all of my impure thoughts and all decadence within me. I was past from being saved nor do I want to be saved. I just wanted my life with her to last forever. Just savor each moment, each kiss, each touch, each time my hands hold her waist, feeling her skin from the thin veil of the fabric of her clothes, as I crave her lips more and more each time we were apart. A life with her sounds carnal, unpredictable and fiery that we will most likely burn everything to the ground. Just a glimmer of that thought boils my blood into the exact definition of excitement.
Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like. I don’t think I can explain it….