must be bad

silly little flings pt. 2

If it feels good, it must be bad how much I want you. 

Yet, something within me actually thinks this is a good idea-

Like I’m not going to mess this up-

Like I’ll do whatever I can to not let myself mess this up.

Why does it feel so right?
He brings me back to when I met my first love.

His impression on me is effortless,

Like how love is supposed to feel.

I don’t have to second guess anymore, for I finally know what to search for,

But my quest has come to a halt,

Yet I can’t dive in too quickly,

In fear of jumping into the deep end and forgetting how to swim.

He places his hand in mine, the other on my hip,

Gently,

Questioning my consent-

Where I want to go with this.

He takes the lead and moves me the way he wants.

Cheek pressed to cheek-

Intimacy that comforts me.

He shakes me to my core.

This thing feels so right,

Too right,

Like he’s going to lead me to the edge of the wall I built around myself

And make me jump off into his arms.