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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2014 Oct 23 Comment on this Work [[2014.10.23.05.42.11143]] |
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We meet for the first time in months at a concert and the music deafens us with its beauty, with its forcefulness. And after you drive me home I offer my bed to you. You arise and follow me. And we talk for a while in the night before I undress you and make you remember that I am the drug, I know how to get you high. I bring you into the white on the couch and then in the shower I make you clean and show your lips what passion is when it rises like fire from the sun. I dry off your skin, soft like a gentle spring wind against the feathers of a goddess's wings, and I kiss your neck as I take you to my bed and I open you up, I bring the extents of ecstasy and close them in towards your altar of love. I devour your body with my fingers and arms and take you hard with my hips and my tongue. You go trembling into the white again and I am satisfied by bringing you there. You fall into my arms and we stay together entwined talking for hours until dawn threatens to wake the world. We sleep peacefully and dream about something worth remembering. When we awake there is that old gentle and understanding way that we used to hold each other. Hours of caressing each other's body and soul, but I can't stop this desire for you, so I find my way through the morning light and the blankets to go between your legs until you reach the peak once more I take you and almost break you with this force. we finally emerge from my bed and each other. And we spend the time having conversations like we used to and we naturally fall back into the naturalness of being near one another. I give all of this as a gift to you to remind you of what you have lost. I give it freely and joyously, and I become Atlas shrugging the world off of my shoulders. I just wanted to leave you with all that is good in this that was lost. After all the hell I just wanted to give you a beautiful goodbye. |