Saturday, June 6, 2009
I am waiting to feel you touch me, breathing so quietly. Your fingers are warm and so is your breath on my skin. We kiss, intertwine. Your skin is smooth and taut and I want to see it all, I want to learn it. I want to kiss it all, I want to taste it. But you want the same thing,and my body is under yours. You weigh more, your kisses weigh more and I'm trapped, but it's enjoyable as you taste my skin, as you learn my body. You are on a hunt for noise, when you find one, you celebrate with your tongue. I am sprawled like an insect, limbs limp with pleasure, and muscles stiff with anticipation. Then you take more of me, I arch and I call out. You are looking at my body move, I am looking at yours, your eyes, the sweat forming on your brow, your mouth, forming silent praises. Time passes and we meet our peaks, we sink back down into our valley. We never stop touching, even as we drift into sleep. And right before I slip under I realize something; you are every place I've ever wanted to be.
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