Excerpt: You

I know the most perfect place in the world.
It’s nestled between soft blue corduroy seats, with headlights shining through the darkness. It’s off the right, with either oppressive heat or a stinging chill. It’s amidst the words of others, beneath the screams of happiness and friendship. The most perfect place in the world is somewhere behind all of my friends, and I can only find it when I’m removed from everything.
The most perfect place in the world is the right side of your neck, framed by the tightest curls of you hair. You arms are up and behind your head, and I can see every muscle in your forearms. I can understand every inch and I can feel the warmth coming from somewhere amongst you. I feel the magnetic pull in my lips as I bite back the desire to kiss you and bite you; you drive me mad, right there. At the most perfect place in the world, I’m pushed to the edge and I feel my breath fall short as I look out of the corner of my eye at you. You can’t see my eyes but I’m so afraid that you’ll turn around and find me out. But God, even if you did, I would still keep looking, enthralled, at how something so plain and unsexy can drive me up the wall and send this insatiable itch up my body.
Oh, the most perfect place in the world.