She came in and suddenly made it hard to breath. She made me want to touch and to get involved. Those unnamed feelings hiding had quickly earned a name. No longer simmering underneath they marched to the surface.
She always made a move,
but only went halfway.
Left that lingering instance where I was in control. Before I seized the chance, she flew away again. Only to come back with her poison kisses.
She breaks me day by day, until I could be nothing. Yet she picks me up again with a fleeting smile.
As time passes we will grow apart but until I am truly nothing, her lips will be there, gesturing.
Luna stared down at her notebook then shifted her gaze to Ginny across the room, who was laughing at something Dean had said. She was so beautiful, so deliciously taken. Luna remembered how Ginny's lips felt and how, at the beginning, her hands were intrusive. Now the were a symbol of pleasure.
The great hall was rampant with noise but nothing could compare to the tumult Luna felt inside. There were so many things she wanted to say to Ginny, yet all she could do was ruminate and accept her fake kisses.
She bent her head into the cradle of her arms and a tear slid from her eye.