Rita

“Your lips are like wine, and I want to get drunk.”

“I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way her lips locked perfectly with mine, the way I felt when I kissed her, how intensely we kissed each other, everything. She tasted amazing, too. My breathing had grown heavier when I had tasted her mouth and such. She was an absolute masterpiece, an angel. She was unbelievably stunning. She was on top of me and as we kissed, I put my hands on her waist and pulled her close to me. Our bodies were pressed against each other, and I had decided to kiss her harder. I couldn’t help but run my hands under her shirt and up her back. Her skin was soft, and at the same time her body was absolutely perfect. I can still remember that night vividly–we kissed each other so intimately and hard, our lips were wet and my love for her had increased majorly. Her body was soft and oh-so perfect. She is my everything. She is mine, and no one else’s. I truly am the luckiest person on this planet.”

“But feelings can’t be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.”