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By girlonthewing Date: 2006 Jan 08 Comment on this Work [[2006.01.08.15.57.17286]] |
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'I can never get close enough to you' Physically, I told him. I've repeated that phrase time and time again to him. No matter how close we are, its never enough. He holds me tight, his scent fills my nostrils, our limbs intertwine. Completely wrapped in each other. Completely lost in each other. This morning, I found a place almost as enchanting as 'close enough', I settled for 'as close as possible'. With every inch of his body pressed up against mine, as close as two people can ever physically be, sharing one thought...for just that moment. That moment of pure bliss... hearts still beating in time, toes slowly uncurling, his lips resting on my forehead. Now my favorite part of the act, the calm after the storm, and he is one hell of a storm. Back to that familiar feeling, the heavy breathing, the damp skin, his scent all around, my scent all around....mingling. Recovering. I finally felt close enough to him, physically. Things felt sooo perfect, yet not perfect enough. My lips ached from the pressure of his, but I don't think that was the reason I was holding my tongue. Finally satisfying my need for the physical closeness that we had been lacking, I needed more. Almost like a addict. My drug of choice, his sharp hips, soft lips, rough hands, dirty hair, these overlooked things that make up this boy. He held me closer and I caught my breath, he held me closer and I held my breath. It slipped. 'I think I'm falling in love with you' Moment of truth. |