Bumped Into You
Bumped Into You2 mins 299 2 mins 299
Your lips need to slow down and rest over mine.
Bewildered, all I could do was to slam shut the damned door and find myself a sealed packet of white. Isn't it amazing what these little white lines could do to me? Give strength to each otherwise dead cell of my body and sedate it simultaneously? The excitement, the energy, the rush, the gush, the high. But how amazing is that when I don't get these little white lines? The burning and churning and motionless numbness of my body and cravings of the ultimate desperation.
And there I go, to the trip I didn't want to miss ever. But what a spoiled trip can do to me is more lines. That's when you happened!
Between the high of my trip and low of my spoiled sequined dress, you entered as such a turn on, I never knew we would be here.
But as the roller coaster won't end too soon, you showed concern for me.
Concern? I haven't glimpsed the C of concern since I began with C of cocaine.
You who took me to his flat, let me sleep while I was expecting you to strip me off and fuck me.
That's when the coaster touched the height and I fell in love with you.
I could see the animal in you, the one who believed I could be out of the miseries and black hole I have put myself into. But more than it, that night I could see the animal who was desperate for seduction and yet stopped and cared. Maybe it were my own monsters in need, but as you came closer to tuck me in, I couldn't help but begin making love to you, and eventually I found the desperation resting. It was before I knew that the words were out my mouth, "Your lips need to slow down and rest over mine."
One stranger, one act of concern, and that one need of love was finally accepted.