My mind was lost in the flame my body was forced to create. I was sick. Literally and figuratively. Literally, in the sense that my body shook with both chill and heat. My head pounded. My stomach was ripping itself apart. I begged for sleep. Figuratively, in the sense that my body hummed at your touch. My head swam at your proximity. My heart was ripping itself apart. I begged the sensical part of me to allow me to stay in your arms for an eternity. Even now, as I attempt to sort out my thought, I realize that half of my being craves, begs, and hums at the mere thought of being next to you. The other, says no. Stay away. Stop before this, whatever this is, becomes something more. It's solely innocent. We're both decent. But every bit of skin that touches, a fire in my heart became ignited. Then I knew... I am creating my downfall. Our bodies were close. You, trying to keep me warm, pull me so much closer. You hold me as if I might disappear. I, wanting my heart to create a rhythm with yours, don't stop you. You may have been innocent with your actions. But I, deep down, crave to have you become my destruction. With a foggy mind, I rested my head upon your chest. Your beating heart, captured my focus from my aching body. (Ba-dum) (Ba-dum) (Ba-dum) You comment on how warm I am. You hold me near you with one hand. The other, it glides along my bare back. Your aim is for me to sleep. It's four AM. You work at eight. I'd like to say I'm sorry... But I won't lie. Truth be told, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but in your arms.