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December 3, 2010
Hot, hot water. Too hot. Suffocating. Sweat trickling down my temples. But the air is cold, and your skin is smooth, and the touch of my lips on your leg makes your fingers twitch in my hair.

We're surrounded by friends and watched by strangers. The stars are moving more than the waves. I feel heavy. I want to kiss you. Shoulder. Collar bone. Neck.

I'm so tired, but damn, I want to kiss you.

I want you. I want you.

But you would be my greatest sin, my worst betrayal. I'm so drunk, but for tonight I pull away.