Seven Minutes

Not all of high school sucks....

Halted breath

Sweaty Skin

Racing thoughts

Out then in

 

Fingers tugging at my hair

Grasp me tight

Kiss me there

 

Eyes squeezed shut

Or open wide

Pull me close

Drag inside

 

Panting Hard

Can't forget

Want to stop

Still can't quit

 

Heat rises from the blood

Don't want to think

Who says I should?

 

Won't let go

Not all night long

Keep going back

Right Kind of Wrong