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Feb 26, 2019 23:13:57

The Importance of Elbows #10

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The dopamine died down and I gathered myself eventually. She was still there, in front of me, soaking in the music like a sun bather in The South. With confidence rarely seen in individuals such as myself, I threw my arm around her waist and hooked her towards me. She responded the moment I made the slightest contact and became a blur of red and blue as she swirled into my arms stopping just centimetres away from my face. 

She always had her eyes closed but seemed incredibly sure of where she was going. Splaying my fingers, I pressed my hands against her back once again and she rose to meet me. 

Kissing her was light. All meaning fell by the wayside, dropped to the floor like a knapsack when you reach a cottage after a long hike

. I knew in my heart of hearts this was nothing, how could it be anything else? But it felt so much too. I'd been feeling like dirt on the floor. No, not even dirt, but rather just a smear of dirt. And now this. My brain had long since given up trying to compute it. It had initiated an automated shutdown the moment our lips touched. 

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