Page 4 of Poems He Wrote

-Two years ago-

Pop music inHEATis blasting all around me, it makes me feel like flying. My heart is bouncing and I feel like my soul is trying to get out through my nose because of how excited it is. It’s way too hot, but I don’t actually mind it for once. I feelalive. People are rubbing off on each other, grinding and smiling, and I absorb their body heat combined with hunger, happiness and lust as we walk through the crowd. This is what it means to be young.

Matilda has been whining about her dress the whole ride here, but she’s finally given up on trying to pull it down. Heroine chick look suits her well, but add a sparkly dress to the mix and you get a fuckton of attention coming our way. Men and women, here just for fun or here as staff, she has them all wrapped around her finger, which makes me unbelievably happy to be her friend. It always getsusthe best table and a lot of free drinks, and since she can’t drink them all by herself, I'm always happy to help. Me being there, never stopped her from taking somebody home. She looks more like my twin than Tia does. I would say the only difference is her pixie cut, and maybe a few tattoos less. She never met her parents, but mine made sure she always had a place to call home and the universe had this strange way of thanking them and making her look exactly like me.

I put my hair up in a loose bun once we are settled at the only empty table in sight, and I almost immediately feel ten times cooler, as a slight breeze caresses the tiny hairs on my neck.

“What would you like to drink?” the bartender asks flirtatiously, batting her eyelashes at me, as neon lights shine across her face. She is a beautiful girl, but absolutely not my type.

“He’ll have a cranberry vodka-soda, and I would like a vodka-red bull. Sorry for interrupting, he just doesn’t know his drinks.” Matilda says over the music after I take too much time thinking. And she’s right. I don’t know my drinks and I never bothered to learn.

“Yeah, sure.” the waitress says, disappointment coating her voice, “Anything else?”

“That would be all… Melody.” Matilda whispers leaning into the girl and winks, her voice dripping with sweetness, which makes the girl’s cheeks turn red. That’s true Matilda right there.

She walks away giggling, whilst my friend shamelessly stares at her ass. I nudge her in the ribs and she bursts out laughing as I tell her she’s no better than a man. I love how open she is about her sexuality. Me, I hide it like a snake hides its legs.

The girl quickly comes back with our drinks and slips her phone number into Matilda’s hands. She walks away with a wink, mouthing‘I’m done at two’.

“Jesus, Mats, you collect people like Pokémon.” I joke.

“Hold it against me,mister I hide my hookups. I gotta catch them all!” she bites back, turns around and starts dancing, inviting a crowd into our space.

I can’t say I’m too happy about sweaty dudes elbowing me accidentally, but if it makes her smile, I will tolerate it. As I move a bit to the side I feel like someone is drilling a hole into the back of my head. The feeling is completely uninvited, but at the same time it makes me feel like my whole body is on fire. Like someone is looking at me with the intention to devour me. Turning around I see no one looking at me, but the ghost of a touch from afar is still there, lingering. Shaking it off, I sit on the only remaining barstool at our table.

Drink after drink, I’m getting slightly buzzed. My toes are tickling, my throat is scratchy and my eyes are glossy. The feeling doesn’t go away, someone is staring, I just can’t find them in the dark. Ducking and twisting, looking all over the club, I feel the heat, but I can't locate it, then suddenly the reflectors turn and theresheis. Standing still in the middle of the dance floor, bodies wrapping around her, other people’s hands moving strands of her coppery hair, her lips twitching at the corners, as if she was waiting for me to finally find her.

What I said about dating? Scratch that.

I am making new rules just for her.

She looks like she’s made ofmy ownwet dreams and hopes for the future. All curves and lusciousness. The drumming of my heart goes straight down to my cock, making it twitch behind the zipper.

I can’t move. I can’t breathe. But worst of all, I can’t fucking look away. I am transfixed, glued to the goddess across the club. I squeeze my fist at my side, hoping to break the spell, but it doesn’t work. She is a siren, and I am the drunken sailor lured in by her song. Arousal is pumping through my veins, collecting at the bottom of my spine.

Fuck everything I’ve said about hiding.

I would claim her in the middle of the goddamn dance floor, for every single person in this club to see, and I would be a happy man to rot in a cell for it.

As I feel my lungs quietly collapsing and my skin catching fire once again, she lifts her hands, runs them down her face, chest and down to her hips and finally smiles. The air suddenly rushes back into me, hitting me in full force, like a truck. Just one smile from this goddess, and I am back from the dead.

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I feel like I’m drowning – Two feet

Noah

-Two years ago-

Her hands keep touching, roaming, gliding across her silvery skin, but her eyes never leave mine. Her parted lips are calling to me, and though meters away, I can feel her breath on mine. On its way up, her palm whooshes over her full chest, making my heart skip a beat. Biting her lip, she continues swaying her hips and ignoring a few thirsty guys trying to grab her attention. Laughter bubbles up my chest, and I don’t even know why. Maybe because, without a fault, all her attention is on me.Mine, I think, as something primal runs through my chest.

A tight squeeze on my hand gets me out of the trance this gorgeous woman put me in.

“Who isthat?” Matilda shouts over music.

“That’s… I have no idea.” The only word that comes to my mind is nymph. Her beauty is otherworldly and I have a hard time accepting it. How does one actually get to look like that? Did she sell her soul? Is she the devil? It is said that the devil was the most beautiful angel, after all.

“If you don’t, I will. Though it might be hard, since she was eye fucking you for the past twenty minutes or so.” Mats says shaking her head, fake sadness vibrating through her words.

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