I’m on Fire for You

The Power of Lust

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I crossed my legs as I imagined what it would be like.

I watched the muscles in his arms tense while I pictured him grabbing me, pinning me against the wall and pressing his soft lips firmly against mine.

Every so often, I found him glancing at me for longer than a moment, and it made my heart race.

We carried out this routine for months until a group of us from class went out to dinner… he came in wearing brown denim and a black t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame like a glove. Yes, please.

‘Be careful, Devon,’ I heard myself say as I thought out the interworkings of our one on one discussion.

Coincidentally, or maybe not, our cars were parked right next to each other as we left the restaurant. I thumbed down on my key fob, unlocking the driver’s door before I gave him a hug goodbye and we held on for perhaps a second longer than your normal “friend embrace.”

A couple weeks after my breakup, I was with him again, and that’s when he asked to talk to me… alone.

My heart skipped a beat and I took a deep breath, nodding before standing up to follow him to a secluded table while faint traces of One Republic music whirred in the background.

I wanted him so badly.

Inspirations: Mindy Kaling, Issa Rae, Lena Dunham. Trying to manifest some combination of them all + Vince Vaughn’s wit. BLACK LIVES MATTER

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