Stale, that’s how his kiss tasted. He’s got such a pretty face, but his heart’s decrepit. He’s lost his passion; his life has no flavor. But the girls they chase him, thinking they can add a little seasoning to his bland existence. Me, I know better. I watch him from the corner of my eye as he puffs smoke into the damp night. Me, I won’t get too close, afraid I’ll catch whatever he has. Some strange ailment that makes you forget that you’re even living.
But those eyes are electrifying and his smile could resurrect the dying. Ok, so he’s nice to look at, nothing more than that. I tell myself to stop staring for fear I might start caring. My feet stay in one spot, while my eyes follow him madly. I try to control myself, but I can’t help myself. I want him.
His feet shift towards me, his eyes are pleading–join the army of those fighting to save me. But I’ve got my own battles and he’s already becoming all too important. His breath escapes, so warm and inviting. It catches me off guard to see how close he’s standing. This isn’t the first time we’ve played this game but it’s the first time I feel like I’m losing.
Maybe he needs me. Maybe I’m special. I could be the reason he gets his life together. He could become my everything. I could make him something. Maybe together, we could do anything.
And it’s colder, but he looks even hotter. But really, should that matter. I’m biting my lip as he’s licking his. And I know it’s going to happen, we’re finally going to kiss. No words are spoken; none are needed. I wanted him for way too long; maybe I was a fool for resisting. Maybe I judged him wrong. He looked so sweet, just like his scent. I’m thinking I can fix him, make him see things will get better. Am I chasing his heart, or is he chasing mine?
I feel him pull me close and my body’s shaking. I’m so turned on and my blood starts racing.
It didn’t take long before my blood runs chill. I back away slowly as I lose my thrill. All the nights I spent fantasizing, I knew they’d be wasted.
Stale, that’s how his kiss tasted.