cretinfamily

the time he kissed me against the outside of my grey house. how my heart seemed to beat too fast and too slow all at the same time. how my breath seemed to catch in my stomach. the way his lips felt soft and moist like the inside of a peach. the smile on our faces, the way our eyes danced with the excitement of young surrender to infatuation. meeting under the outside steps of the school across the road. snow on the ground, white sky, cold wind being blocked by the pressure of his body pushing against mine. the feeling of his hands on my pink cheeks and his forehead touching mine as he told me all the things that a young girl perceives as love. laying in bed at night, thinking of his hands on my breasts, his lips on my neck. smiling to myself at these new sensations that sent fever down my thighs.