After.

Morning hits hard my head
Spinning out of control
His arms still holding me
Keeping me safe
From last nights drunken stupor
Young lives flying by
No time to think things through
The water hits my skin freezing
Shocking it awake
Shivers run down spines
But he never faltered in his sweetness
Kindness stretched out for miles
With each tender touch
Our skin comes close but never close enough
Caressing but never loving
Far from grips he haunts
Still eyes, awkward laughs, dorky glasses
Still I wander over tangling my hand in his
And somehow it worked
Our drunken adventures turned into one
Our drunken hearts beating faster
Till our mouths kissed
Till bodies collided
Still never enough
But enough
Somehow he is enough
Somehow I am enough
I am enough