Constant over-stimulation numbs me
But I wouldn't want you
Any other way.
Looking up at Blair, I suddenly know:
know I could zone out, burnout- bliss out on his honey-low-dark voice,
know I could drown forever in his scent,
know I could happily let his spicy-sweet flavor tingle on my tongue for a thousand years,
know I could lose myself in him, warm, warmer, warmest, clenching around me, holding me, keeping me,
know his eyes are the endless sky of my universe.
Blair leans down to kiss me. The sky comes crashing down.
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