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I thought only of the smile on your face. The mere thought of the smile, the curves of your lips as your teeth peaked out, barely visible. I wanted to touch your lips, as they smiled. As the quake of my very body brought me to my knees, I wanted to touch your smile like the first time I want to taste your skin. I wanted you to become my smell, like I wanted to become your hands, just to touch my self, in your body. There was no control with in the heat of our embrace and even in the looks of playful tickles and laughter, there was a sexual intent. There was always a sexual intent. And I knew of it. And I welcomed it. I thought only of your taste. The cool salty fruit of your skin, across my mouth. Across my tongue. I wanted only to be placed across this flesh, spread across your bones. I wanted to be worn, like your clothes. I wanted to feel the insides of your skin, so that I could feel the roughness of the insides and the cool smooth of the outsides, just to compare the two. I wanted to compare the two, in my mouth and with my fingers. All I wanted was to know the feeling of your soul on the surface of my body, somehow sliding between the insides of me. I wanted the warmth of the fire inside you, tickling my finger tips and dancing on my tongue. I thought only of your strong hands, pulling me up against your face, like tidal waves crashing, across the shore, over and over until the sand was a different color. I wanted to lie in this ocean, letting the waves wash over me like an explosive storm, until my body boiled and bubbled with your heat and smell like you so much, that I could take no more, and even then, I would stay until my entire body throbbed with the ache of your touch and vibration. I thought only of your soft whispers. Words like "quiet" and "trouble" rang in my ear, as the motion stirred our bodies up. Down. Rubbing against one another. Using words as their fuel and the heat as their fire, once they were warmed. Once we were finally warmed by each others insides. I could feel the quake of your explosion, rumbling across my body, like ridged sand, like your fingers coming across my bare skin. I thought only of your tongue, walking across my belly like a lost part of my body. I wanted you to become part of me, mixed into one person, as if we were born Siamese, in one body. I wanted to scream, every time you brought me back to your face, just to lick my lips for me. I wanted to scream, once the butterflies broke free from their cocoons in my stomach and fluttered around in excitement, as if they felt my screams of pleasure. I thought only of your eyes, looking into mine as our bodies vibrated against one another. The cool brown, contracting. Reacting. Comparing. Repairing my unloved and broken heart. I wanted to taste the tears you let trickle down your cheeks, as you held me in your arms. I wanted to keep their heat against my tongue, letting them cool as they sat in my mouth. Bringing tears to my eyes as well, because of this overwhelming embrace. This overwhelming embrace, you pulled me into. I thought only of your smile, as I walked away. Down the hallway and out the door. Away from all the possibilities my imagination thought up. And I smile. With tears trickling on my lips, I thought of you and I smiled and walked away from it all. |