It doesn’t go away…
Not the hurt or the emotions or the hunger.
I only have to close my eyes to see the way it was between us, the way it could have been… and so I’m unfocused and can’t sleep.
Every stray thought reminds me of what used to be, and breeds fantasies of what could have been.
A flutter of my eyelids means fruitless pining for you.
A minute’s sleep means months back in time to what we were, how we were, who we were.
Licking my lips means tasting you.
I remember how your eyes bore through me, snatch my heart, muss up my thoughts and devour me whole.
How your voice and laughter warm my insides like rum, hot and rich.
How your lips heat the skin on my entire body.
How your touch makes warm juice pool in my panties, tie my insides in knots and leave me breathless.
Your lips fit mine like two pieces of a whole.
Your palms perfectly mould my breasts like a mother softly yet protectively, and occasionally teasingly cradles her babies.
We moan in sync.
Our hearts beat with the same rhythm.
I fit perfectly in your embrace, your chest built for my head to rest on, the curve of your neck a perfect socket for my head, your chin and breath on my head, the perfect tranquilizing companions.
Your smart mouth and tongue provoke indescribable madness.
Your clever fingers on my breasts, my nipples, on my clitoris and in my vagina incite untold pleasures that shoot through to my toes.
Your dick, mmm…, nothing short of a marvelous tool created for my destruction; you fill every inch, making me whole, our hips moving in a dance as old as time and as familiar as breathing… but new with every mating.
Now I write so the memories of you leave my head and stay on this page, so it all just goes away.
Happy Weekend!
