My Sick Obsession.

It began as an acquaintance.

Well...I say that as if it was nothing special.

I get so high when your with me, like a lovesick crack head overdosing on their daily brand of heroine. When we first met our bodies were coated in darkness, the entire room pitch black. The vibrations of the bass pulsing through our shoes, tickling my toes like feathers between them.

We dragged ourselves on the dancefloor, somewhat dazed by the rapid blinking of white light dazzling our eyes like diamonds twinkling on a pincushion. The beat of the loud music trembled through my skeleton, causing every bone under my skin to spasm in perfect harmony. Bodies were moving, swaying and bouncing, the flashing strobes making everyone look like an animation clicking through the magic lantern.
I pushed through the crowd to reach the middle, a hand sprang out and poked my shoulder hard but not hard enough to hurt me, I turned around sharply, my instincts and senses on high alert, but as I looked round there you were, wordlessly waving at me shyly. Your champagne blonde hair spiked up above your head, sticking out in different directions like a scientist’s hair after they’ve been electrified, it was a cute look and it suits you well. That was the first feature I noticed about you.

I grinned, saying ”hey!” But you merely had a voice on you at the time, unable to respond, you returned that smile but not as brightly, still looking bashful, somewhat awkward. So I sneaked back into the heart of the crowd and began dancing the night away.
I remember peeking over my shoulder and seeing you shove into the crowd after me as you were a policemen in hot pursuit, chasing after me who was the robber, I blinked and you were gone. Drowned out in the river of bodies jiggling about like maracas, my only companion was the bass thundering down my sensitive ears as the strobe lights shimmered on in my eyes, making me feel like a deer in the headlights.

Then you were dancing in front of me. Only two steps away. At the time I was feeling a sensation of glee rushing through my veins as fast as blood, squealing loudly with a solid smirk carved upon my lips. I soon realized that you were watching me, reading the way my hips moved, glancing at my hair, my face, learning every line of my existence, divinity in motion. Your cerulean rings boring into me like iron nails, looking at me with the eyes of desire.
 
 A few weeks later we met again.    

 But this time it was at a party.
 
 It was roughly 11:30 pm, the sort of time when the air was populated with cigarette smoke lingering up your nostrils like dust tickling your nose, tempting you to sneeze, the vigorous smell of cannabis sizzling at the tips of cigarettes, glowing like fireflies all around me, it was also that time of night where everyone was drunk, some worse than others. This was my first time consuming alcohol, mixing drinks and inhaling unwanted toxins, I didn’t completely let myself go that night out of fear of losing something more precious than my mind. You were there again, laying on top of me, holding both of my hands. I remember nuzzling my left cheek into your shaggy blonde hair that smelt of fried burgers.

 I giggled girlishly, stuck in a state of euphoria from the fumes of cider and vodka poisoning my insides like a rats poison, I felt like I was ‘away with the fairies’, as if I was living in a universe that wasn’t quite the true reality but on the other hand it felt right. I stumbled into a tent where there were a group of lads sat in a circle, chilling in a fog of venom, the grey smoke levitating above everyone's heads like clouds in the sky. I heavily sat down on the floor, instantly receiving a hug from one of the guys who rugby tackled me to the ground at the same time, as soon as their head hit the floor they fell asleep.

 I remember seeing you from the corner of my vision, following me into the tent like a lost puppy, I didn’t look at you as you entered, but as I sat up, wobbling, I felt your body pressing against my back, your legs separated as you slipped easily into me, your arms cloaking like a cape around my stomach, nuzzling your left cheek against my right as we sat there cuddling. Again, I giggled, not fully processing the situation, I remember saying in a silly voice; ”Oh! This is nice!” You grinned mischievously. Then I felt the heat of your lips nearing closer, that cheeky smile remained on your face as you pulled my body closer into your chest further than clothes would allow, my head moved up slowly, the effect of the alcohol now beginning to slow down my reactions. And before I knew it, our lips met flawlessly.

 The beginning of our kiss felt like such a blur, I felt my breath become perplexed in my throat, I stopped breathing altogether, too blown away by the power of your smooth lips dancing in time with the heavy metal music booming behind us, softening in the background until we both couldn’t hear it. Our bodies were like magnets, drawn together by a firm force, your arms were like my castle walls shifting me around in your embrace into a more comfortable position, I really didn’t mind what position I was in as long as I was dying in your arms - but not literally.

 Without realizing it everyone left the tent, leaving you and I alone, dazed I pulled away sluggishly and looked around. ”Where’s everyone gone?” I said, the white walls of the tent swayed lightly in the breeze that passed by.
 ”They’re leaving us alone. You whispered seductively. I felt your hot breath stroking down my neck, it warmed me up and made me relax. Turning my attention I leant forward greeting your lips with mine. From inside my broken lungs daisies blossomed, their petals peeling open to the sunlight of your kisses, showered by your tongue as it poked the barriers of my teeth, asking politely for access. I felt trapped in a web of bliss like a bug captured by a spiders sticky web, your hands slivered like snakes underneath my shirt and up my stomach, the feeling I got from that was electrifying, sending shockwaves into the core of my heart, making it beat faster than it had ever done before. A touch, a kiss, I was at the point of no return from passions insanity.

 Deep in the darkest corners of my shell, I gradually felt myself come alive like a matchstick gaining it’s flame, I felt taken by lust’s strange inhumanity. In the past I had felt alive with other boys, but with you, you made me feel like a women, a full grown lady who knew she had a body of a goddess and curves that she wasn’t afraid of showing. This moment was magnificent.
 I had never felt this alive in years.
 ”I hope I remember this in the morning, I moaned, giggling for the hundredth time that night. That sly grin poked up your rosy cheeks as an idea occurred to you just then.  
 ”I’ll leave you something that you can remember, You said, dropping your head below my chin you began planting kisses against my neck. My favourite place. I tilted my head back, giving you full access. I felt somewhat complete feeling your hands caressing my breasts. Suddenly, I felt a pinch against the side of my neck, like a stabbing pin prick. It hurt, but straight afterwards a wave of warmth and serenity replaced the small pain with a ticklish feeling. ”That tickles!” I tittered happily, opening my eyes carefully up at the ceiling.

 Around about at this point the world began spinning, the pressure of the drinks pressed hard on my bladder and I was becoming desperate for the toilet, but I refused to move, wanting more and more of your fingertips crawling over my skin like an army of ants. Soon our moment was disturbed when four wasted guys burst into the tent, hopping up and down madly, headbanging, they formed a circle and started a random mosh pit. I pulled away from your mouth and looked around, laughing at how ridiculous they looked, this only lasted for a mere of five seconds.

 That night I had to leave you, which I hated doing. I wanted to be cuddled to sleep by you, with your strong arms protecting me from the bitter cold. But I wasn’t allowed. After visiting the restroom quickly, you were waiting outside the door, and as soon as I shut the door you pulled me into your arms again, drenching my lips with another heated kiss. The alcohol was making me fall asleep, I felt like the walking dead as I wobbled like a penguin into the road, into the darkness.

Alone again.