FEELING'S ROUGH DRAFT

She said she wanted us to go to the party together, so I dressed up with my best clothes and we danced all night while soft music was flooding the room. I kissed her hands again and again, and she grabbed me by the waist, staring at my eyes with a subtle, lovely gaze.

Please, don’t let me go until I can see the world through your eyes’ purity.

She lay there and so did I. The cold breath bumping into my neck, our mouths finding eachother softly, her hands beneath my clothes. The night sky sheltering us.

We were going in her car. She was driving and it was midnight. It was cold in the outside and every shop, except for some other night bar, was already closed a while ago. Her cold hands played with the hair behind my neck, and I remember kissing them from time to time like if they were miracles.