| Remembrance
Left disheveled the bed sits alone. Empty. Wanting more. I sit. And watched it. This place where happiness took me away from reality. Her scent still lingered on my skin. Her taste still sits in my mouth. Her skin still tickles my thoughts, as if her hands were still coming over the surface of my shoulders and back. I feel as though I should have asked her, seriously, to spend the night. To consider what a night together would mean. And what could it mean? After hours of passion. Hours of holding each other. Hands going places thought to be dead. To be sleeping. Not to be awoken ever again. But she has done it. And now, the excitement is roaring inside of me. Now I want to always hold her. Always touch her. Always bring my hands down her stomach, to her thighs, back up to her breasts, and down to that place that makes her moan. Gets her breathing harder. Gets her heart pumping faster. Gets her skin so hot, that she grabs me close, to kiss me and lick my lips. Passionate. I want to keep her here. Real as always. Not just in my mind. No goodbyes. No farewells. Just a goodnight kiss coming from the other side of our bed. And what other possibilities could there be, with in an invitation of slumber together? I imagine we'd never sleep. We'd give one kiss goodnight and then another and another. And not stop. Never stop. Flashes of her skin tease my memory. As I think back to my tongue going across her stomach. Or nibbling on her neck. Back to the sweetness of her nipples in my mouth. Igniting an unyielding fire burning in my soul. I feel as though I may loose control. And I want to. Have her ravage me. Like 2 wild animals hungry for flesh and pleasure and the sensation of another body trembling against the warmth we give off. My mind trailed back to the sounds she made when I pulled her close and bit her softly. Back to wanting nothing between us. No clothing. No sheets. Just the rhythm of our bodies. Moving as one. Just the rotation of hands and fingers over places so sensitive to touch, we convulsed at the hint of motion coming near. Oh. I think back on it now and a flutter starts up below my stomach. I find myself biting my bottom lip, like I bit hers. Unbuckled belts. Hands finding their ways to hidden passages. Tongues exploring the sweetest secrets of skin. It becomes hard to breathe when she slips into my mind. Capturing my dreams. My hopes. My desires. And her hands always find their way to my mind. The cool and soft texture of her body. Fingers parted across my arms. Rubbing gently. Getting me to want her more than I have ever wanted anyone before. I sit and think of her now. And she never fades from my mind. Always vivid. Color bright. Hands still with me, as if remembering the waves of the ocean coming over my body. She lingers. And the memory of our bodies entwined into one another comes back to me. Quick. Rapid. I see her close to me. Feel her hands on my face. Fingers going over my hair. Fingers caressing my skin. Tickling every inch of me. Smiling at my smile. My laughter. Looking into my eyes as I whispered my thoughts to her. Beautiful. Simple and utter. Beauty. |