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By darwin Date: 2004 Sep 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.09.23.14.02.30577]] |
| i miss the sex. sometimes. not sex exactly, but that moment of anticipation before the torrid affair begins. i remember the first time we made love, you cried, your dark eyes full of tears. nobody had ever cried with me before. or for me. and your tears fell down my body and slid against my aleady slippery skin. but i can't remember my body ever feeling as alive since that first time you entered into me. i remember my body felt as if there were a million elements milling around it, looking for a place to be released. a million points of light just wanting to shoot through my fingers, and that was before. and then after you had slid off me, and our bodies were quiet and we had that warm heady scent of sex about us. and i felt this amazing release as i realized you were'nt going to leave in the morning. or any morning after. that you didn't want to be with anyone else, because what you were looking for you had found. i never knew i was missing. |