#pagsy

stop sleeping with your physics teacher

"So. What did YOU do today?"

This is an obvious joke, the gleam of your smile slipping its way through the dark, my muffled laughter coyly making its way out of my mouth and onto your lips. I had just walked over three miles to the curvature in your bed at one o'clock in the morning, the glide of sidewalk underneath my soles. I had avoided the church bell rings of police sirens, the empty faced walk of a gaunt and somber man, all to be with you, to hold you, to gently place my body next to yours, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. This was the first time you ever held me, in the dark, our bodies tired from the exhilaration of teenage rebellion, my nerves still spiking from the cold. Your hands were so warm, fitting perfectly around my torso, the soft exhale of my back in your palms.

"What do you want to do now?" you asked, black eyes questioning the blackness, my answer already poised upon my lips.

This is when I first kissed you. And I mean really kissed you, not the fumbling that we did when we stood in hallways and bathrooms, the smack of awkward scathed along our teeth. This is the first time we held intimacy together, fingers interlaced, our lips searching for each other's in the dark. This is when you watched my shadow kiss the entire length of your chest downwards to your stomach, my lips savoring the softness of your flesh.

We were so perfect then.

Every kiss was like a symphony, every touch an unbroken prayer. I wanted to devour you that night, save this memory in my pocket like a torn out page from a weathered book, time curling away at the edges.

And then the moon came, her luminescence smoldering the room, illuminating our tenderness, our passion, our first love.

That was where we lay for awhile, captured in each other's arms, your palms dictating the rise and fall of my chest, the arch of my back remembering yours.

I wanted to die in that moment, so blissfully happy enraptured in the ache of our hearts, our lungs taking each other in, our spines finally meshing the way spines are supposed to.

URL: normal | pretty | perfect | flawless | QUALITY | ERROR

Icon: normal | pretty | perfect | flawless | QUALITY | MY EYES HURT

Background: normal | pretty | perfect | flawless | QUALITY | EXCUSE ME

Colors: normal | pretty | perfect | flawless | QUALITY | LOL

Sidebar: normal | pretty | perfect | flawless | QUALITY | GET OUT 

Sidebar image: normal| pretty | flawless | QUALITY | SPARKLES

Posts: normal | pretty | perfect | flawless | QUALITY | REBLOGBLOGBLOG

Your stuff -if you have- : pretty | perfect | NARNIA | HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THAT?!

You: I don’t know you | let’s be friends | I admire you | I stalk your blog | I LOVE YOU

What I don’t like about your blog: Nothing

What I like the most about your blog: Your FACE page

Rating with a GIF: 

Rating with numbers: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8| 9 | 10

Do I follow: yes | no | now | I wasn’t following you?!