Tuesday, September 17, 2013
How Many Heartbeats In A Day Away From You?
The silence of my home this afternoon left me alone with my thoughts, the quiet sounds of the world outside doing little to pull me out of my head, little to stop the flashing scenes…my memories of you unfolding before me, each turn of the page making me squirm and wiggle. My mind stained with the very real, intense remembrance of my all too brief time with you, my heart pounding when I close my eyes and let myself remember your scent, a smell unlike any other I had known before or will ever be forgotten…and a smell that has replaced my idea of what eroticism means….Just a couple more days to wait, for You.
It's difficult for me when I begin to think of you, us, that night, the night I had you to myself for the first time….the way I had let myself think about it, but was sure it would never be, just thinking about that night and I find myself consumed, lost in a hedonistic swirl of wet flesh, twisted want, a desire so fucking consuming that it literally rattles my bones ……Only a couple more days until, You.
I attempted to busy myself with the chores of real life, wiping the counters, cleaning the floors, but for all of my feverish scrubbing of dusty corners and titillating memories, I just find myself once again, short of breath with droplets of anticipation rolling down my back, slipping across my tummy, saturating my shirt. I let my teeth sink hard into my bottom lip and long for a way to rid myself of this nearly suffocating and extraordinarily potent dominance you have, long for a cloth powerful enough to wash myself clean of you. My body grows tired, as if the mere aching, remembering and longing is draining every ounce of resistance, resilience and strength…..and the resounding and intoxicating feeling, I miss You
No matter how far away you are, how many hours, days, weeks months and years pass without us touching, for me….you are the single sexiest, devastatingly seductive memory, aroma, flavor that I have ever known....in just a couple more days I will bury my nose, rub my palms, fill my mouth and heart with You.
No wonder I can't sleep......
Keeping me weak and ready
Flinty wet stones