Him

The feel of his skin still lingered on hers
She could feel him
She could smell his scent indescribable
It was only a dance
Slow and sweet
But it corrupted her mind
And for those two minuets she had fallen into heaven
His image ran around her head
Every time she closed her eyes
Every blink
Was a tribute to him
The feel of his hands on her made her shudder
His touch ice cold
And still her temperature rose
She didn’t like him though
He was just a boy
She didn’t like him at all
Liar.