The Act of Growing up

The room used to sway and spin

Give me double vision

Send chills down my spine and tingles through my toes

The air was cold, I could see my breath

You hovered over my chest

Your breath came out in a solid puff

Then your lips crash down upon mine

We fell into a trance of song

A dance with only a few steps

Your lips found my neck

My hands gather your hair

Our bodies have a thin layer of sweat

White puffs everywhere

I hear noises

Comming from me?

No that woman is not me

I'm not making those moans

I am just a child no more than fifteen

And I've already expirenced everything