Just last night, I slept next to this guy who was so cute and sweet. He held me as we slept, and kissed my neck. He felt so warm, and my heart felt warm, melting in his embrace. I realized then that I, the unlovable, was falling in love.
It made me scared, I couldn’t sleep. So I had my eyes wide open, staring into the blank expanse of the dark room we were laying in. I felt my body sink into the bed, my arms tangled by the sheets, and my mouth being suffocated by the pillows. It was an odd feeling, no doubt, but it was also bliss.
I was brought back to the dark room as his hands began to turn me over. He kissed my neck and my chest, and I drank in all of the passion. His moustache tickling my breasts as he kissed the valley between them. I whispered, “Get on top of me.” And he obliged. And then his purple hat fell on my face. I smiled and put his back on top of his hair, so dark that you could see a universe in it. I grabbed him down below his waist, and squeezed my hands tightly. He knew what I wanted, how I wanted it, and he jolted his hips forward. I moaned and felt my body collapse into his. We continued our meringue, about to finish our dance, until he right before the last note he leaned next to my ear and whispered, “Say my name.” And with that last resounding note of our song, I gasped, “Waluiiiigiiiii!”