Slowly, it built, then all at once. Until my back was arching off the bed, head thrown back, neck straining, wrist coming to my mouth to muffle the sounds.
As a deep pink flush worked its way down my body from the tops of my cheeks, down my neck, over my chest and torso and beyond…
Until I was offering you everything and drawing you closer with every move, every caress of my ever eager hands and mouth.
Every gasping breath, moan, and whimper of longing, leading to this one moment of almost painful bliss.
The color fading from my vision, sounds fading away as if I’m deaf, yet I can see, hear and feel it all so exquisitely.
I feel as if I’m dying but also that I am reborn. Alive, in the way that makes me want to drag my mouth over your skin in sweet thanks…kill me again won’t you lover? From now until our end.
Being apart is a constant ache, a phantom pain, my body is my own and so is my mind, but you consume me so completely…
My heart may be in my body but you possess it so fully, there are times I am sure you must have it displayed in your hands.
My mind is so filled with your image and presence that there are times, especially in the quiet of the night that I can think of little, if anything else but you.
My lungs may breathe air as just another function, but the thought of you can make it leave on a gasp of longing, and for just a moment it leaves utter stillness. No air, just you.
I long to see your face, to hear your voice, for the moment when distance no longer separates us and I can look with joy upon you and know how sweetly you are mine as I am yours.
For the time when there is no end or beginning between us, when words are not always necessary but we speak a language all our own.
For the moment when the ache will cease as your head lays on the pillow next to mine, our hands intertwined, and that moment of bliss washes away what came before.
Beauty and the Soul
She was beauty itself, she wore her sexuality like a cloak of the finest silk that everyone wanted to touch.
She brushed against many, teasing, taunting in her loveliness but few would know the bliss of her embrace, her lips and hands on them.
Many tried to grasp at her, tried to tear at her being and essence, but all failed, for it was as I said.
Her sexuality was merely a cloak that hid the magnificence of her soul, a soul the world would never be fully ready for.
I had never witnessed someone like her, and I never would again. She burned like the brightest of fires, but was a gentle caress of the sweetest nature.
One day she will remove her cloak, still fully intact from the greedy hands and eyes around her and give herself to the one that always saw what it was.
One day, someone will finally be worthy of a queen…
There was a man who made the breath rush through my lungs.
Who made my heart beat fast, like it was trying to win the fight to be owned.
There was a man who made me bite back a moan at the touch of his lips.
Who made me smile and laugh with his words.
There was a man who I believed could do anything.
Who was capable of anything and everything.
There was a man I craved like a dark desire.
Who I adored for the simplest pleasure of touching his skin, holding his hand in mine.
There was a man I desired for his touch set me on fire and I wanted to burn.
There was a man who was proud and kind.
Who was handsome and smart.
There was a man who’s laughter brought about my own.
There was a man I loved….
Who I loved deeply with all that I knew to give.
There was a man I adored…
Who I adored for all that he was and that I knew he would one day be.
There is a man…
A man like you.