Crushing
The physical feeling:
I find myself
Going up an escalator
My body moving
Through space
Functional
Like the rest of them
My mind
Holding your stare
Breathless
Constricted
In the best ways
Tummy tightens
Thighs twist
A quick breath out
More in
I’m coming home.
🖤,
Margot
Gorgeous (the poem, the font, the writer)