You make funny faces.

12 hours later and I can still feel the pressure. The friction. The elevating movement. I laid completely clueless of what to do for once. Breathless and gasping for anything. Noises sounding of cries. Skin pressed. I liked what I saw when my eyes were opened. I felt like laughing. I indulged in the very moments that immaculate our final frontier. Nothings better than the rush I get when you go in for the kill. I felt it today. I felt you today.