The Line

Line

Cause I felt melting magnets babe
The second I saw you through half-shut eyes - Disclosure and Lorde, Caracal

Immediately, I know. I'm in trouble.

From the exhale of his body against mine, from the way he takes a second to sigh into the crook of my neck.

The soft smell of his shampoo in his damp, freshly washed hair, that tickles my cheek.

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Thoughts like this.
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Enough of a thought to send adrenaline through my arteries. As quick as an electric bolt through me. Before reality and reason set in. 
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Warm skin on warm skin turns into ghost touches. Cold.

The arms around me don't feel tight enough anymore, the space between us, too grand.

Humid whispers into my ear, turn into the sounds of sirens, the sounds of planes, the sounds of the city.
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The line between the real and the other world, at moments like this, becomes as thin as a blade.
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So soothing, it verges on pain.