writing this made me fall in love all over again with the idea of falling in love all over again...

Clasp his hand into yours and note a slight tremor – fingers twitching, pulse dancing, sweat condensing – as warmth enclose upon skin that has never known a stranger’s flesh. Breathe. Release yourself into him; permeate his skin into believing that this touch isn’t a lie but a manifestation of desire cloaked by uneasy stolen glances amidst a box full of noise.

Silence. His grip tightens; the whirl of colors slows, and soon sound ceases to exist, for your heart has lodged itself in your palm and now you fear its proximity to his pulse. Surrender – just for a second – enough time for you to search his arm, to delight your fingertips in the exploration of each follicle, each pore, each goose bump…

Smile. I think you tickled him, for you sense a stifled laughter emanating from his gut. That’s how close you are; both anticipating entwinement, yet not, because that inch between you – that barrier of wispy air – heightens each caress, quickening the breath as you explode in blush.

Turn away. Hide the glow resting behind your eyes and thwart the persistent need to bore into the crevice of crinkled skin; because a minute shift in optic direction would cause you to plunge heart first into smoke and you’ll never recover – left to gasp for the air needed to keep your pulse dancing.

“Here,” he breathes.
And you take him.

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right, so i can barely remember anything from last night. that's bad.

but because i was still sober when it happened, i do still vivdly remember those stupid-ass police/barangay tanon(or however the hell you spell that) who shut down the gig and raided the damn place as if we were all doing drugs. i was actually an inch away from a gun and an arm's length away from a knife. i think we have the right not to have guns and knives shoved in our faces - especially when we weren't doing anything wrong. we were just sitting inside the bar - all sleepy and emo and craving alcohol - waiting for the gig to resume when those imbeciles bombarded the place brandishing their guns, over-turning tables and smacking people out of the bar. damn those drunk power-abusing morons.

i loved it when some guy suddenly shouted out the rights of the youth though.
funny as hell. you should have heard the applause.