She was dancing all over my living room. Just flowing, it all seemed too natural and perfect. Her hair all over her face. The beer in her hand. I just watched her, the way she moved all over the place, invading every single space of my house, invading me. She sang out loud, like if she were singing to me, a love song. She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. She kissed me, so softly and short it kept me wanting more and more. She’s addictive and overwhelming. She’s a mess, too free spirited, too “live in the moment without thinking of the consequences”. At that moment I was like her, i just wanted to live that moment of me watching her. Knowing that in a few minutes, or hours, just eventually that night she’d be on my bed. And as I fucked her, she’d asked me to kiss her as she’d touch my hair. I knew i’d explore every inch of her body, I’d see her completely naked, and I’d just look at her for a second wondering how it’s possible for something to be so beautiful. I knew it’d be so intimate and perfect, I just watched her as she danced. She was so sexy, I just wanted her, to kiss her, to touch her, to feel her, her skin against mine, her hands. I could almost imagine as I’d move her hair behind her ears and see her face, just her face. I wanted to taste her, to be with her. I think I loved her, because she kept me wanting more, because I needed her, because I can only go on without her for a few days, then her absence starts to show. I just looked at her invading every empty space in the living room, she just gave it life. I knew she’d spend the night, I knew I’d wake up next to her again, I’d feel her in the morning, I knew she’d kiss me in a funny way, and I knew her head would be in my chest as I touched her hair, I knew her feet would be against mine, and I knew I wouldn’t feel so alone. All this I know, just like it happens every other time. I know she’ll leave too soon, but she’ll come back someday. And her absence will invade me as much as her presence. Sometimes I think of asking her to stay, but I never do, I just hope that this won’t be the last time she’d wake up in my bed.