I’m really a dumbass for thinking it was going to work. Thinking I’d be able to stand in front of her and still not have that same desire. I shouldn’t call it that, not anymore. The best way to describe the way she left me feeling was consumed. Consumed in her touch, her laughs, her smiles, her whimpers, her delicate hands. I’m so consumed in her, red golden copper hair and dry paint fucking cloud my vision.
