Oh dear diary,
I met a girl.
She made my dull world light up with joy.
Like the perfect shiny maroon on a black and white canvas.
She caught my eye and refused to let it go.
I didn’t really feel like my own for much longer after that.
Every breath, every beat, trying to match her striking beauty.
My glances feeling too small to capture it all in.

My entire existence seeming to be settled on the need of her touch.
Wanting for her to look at me, but uncertain if I could withstand the possibility of her catching me staring.
Breathing harder and louder, all involuntarily.
Leaning towards her radiating warmth, she takes me in.
I don’t know if I can resist it. I don’t know if I should.
Thoughts seem futile. This is the business of hearts and bodies.

My body says I need her. I need her now.
Her hands in my hair. My head in the clouds.
Where am I? Who am I? Absolutely transfixed by her perfection.
Take me. Never let me go.
I pull her lips to mine.
It’s better than I thought. It’s pleasure and wanting mixed perfectly. One fighting over the other.
Ultimately, both winning.

I cannot get enough of her. Who is she? Why is she?
All I know is if I look at her long enough, I can hope to keep all her detail in my memory.
And to think about it. And to keep thinking about it.
Arms and legs intertwined in way that can only be chaotic.
But God! Do I thrive in chaos!
The chaos of wanting each other too much to wait.
The poetry of pleasure, written by fingers, punctuated by moans and sighs.
Glowing compliments, shining lights, hot whispers, cold goosebumps on my skin.
Dark circles of smiles and kisses and kisses and smiles.
Dreams do come true and last night was mine.