It felt as though my entire being
melted right there on the carpet.
fluttering about in my stomach,
desperate to get free.
My chest and cheeks flushed
and all words escaped me.
No words can describe the feeling
of his hand on my waist,
or his hair tickling my ear,
or the way his body felt pressed against mine.
No words can describe the deep, internal lust
There is no way to explain to someone
the feeling of floating and sinking
at the same time
as that Irishman was mine,
just for a moment.
A thousand balloons,
being inflated and popped
in my organs,
confetti flying throughout my veins,
streamers and kazoos in my heart
and my brain.
A piñata lodged in my throat,
words unable to break it.
It was so magically, terrifyingly, indescribably
I think I write about werewolfs too much…that and timetravel…I don’t really know why I do it.