Love Drunk

Intricate logic was no match by the push of natural instinct of lust. 
Each gulped of the cold liquor sends searing delight through my belly. The laughter of friends still echoes in my mind. The touch of something bad but feels so damn good. Indulge in that very moment of guilty pleasure with the man I didn’t have anything certain of. The world start spinning, head began to throb and my entire body was on fire. 

I lay on the couch that I wasn’t expecting to be my coffin. He sat beside me the man with no name. Gaze at the vulnerable me, he tug strands of hair and lean in. The intimacy moved us harmoniously. My fingers tangle in his hair, his tongue explores my mouth and escape of moans heave further urge.

Lock in an intense kiss, suffocates me yet he didn’t stop. The pleasure was slowly killing us- me. 

He was my murderer. 

His tongue traced my collarbone while I whisper in his ears my endeavors. The three words that have pure passion hang in the air. His lick made me gasp it was frightening but still we didn’t stop. Oblivious I am. He just keeps on sucking me up. I have thought that love was this. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. 
I waltz through his mouth with affection except his waltz with only just lust. 
His pressure was on mine. His breathe was on my cheeks. His intent look 
was so angelic that I mistook it by awe. 

He stopped. 

But, it was too late. I was already fallen. 
Buried by kisses that conveyed many false expectations. 
I died with false hope. False love. Unlimited lies. I died unjustified. 
Because I have thought that kissing him will satisfied his wanting and will forge concrete love. But, I was all out on that love shit that the sugar coated and twisting schemes never crossed my blurry mind. 

Now, lying in my cold bed. Contemplating on the unfortunate events that had passed. Although I did felt crap, I couldn’t help but smile. 
His lips that moved efficiently. His teasing nibble on my neck that still makes me shivers in an exceptional proactive way. His little gestures that still tickles my fancy. Even I did love too much that killed me in the end. 

I did learned one thing;  I am too young to be love drunk.