Injianika

You knew long before how I would feel You hoped you would be wrong, that it wouldn't happen to me But it did, and now I can't stop caring Everything I do, it's there Hiding in shadows Sitting, waiting for a chance to jump out But this I would willingly take I do willingly take Because I can't stop caring I can't let it go, it's too much a part of me It hurts, but I'll keep it For letting it go would hurt so much more I will give it all I have and when that's gone I'll give more So you knew before I did how I would feel But you didn't stop me, because you knew That with all the pain, it was still more than I could have asked fo

He smelled faintly of smoke when he walked onto the elevator. Not like his usual smell, the smell of a night out, the smell of cigarettes and faint perfume from other bodies pressed against him. Holding tight, not feeling, just moving. Up and down, back and forth, dancing, grinding, harder and harder, all to a pulsing bass. No. Not that smell at all. It was the smell of fire, of slow burning wood and heat. That smell made it sensual and close. He leaned against the wall on the far corner, yet she could still smell him. She imagined what he could have been doing. Perhaps a small fire on the beach, under the stars. Or something more mysterious