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WITH
COMFORT AND LUST I like how
you're back now, subtely after almost 3/4s of a year. I had really missed
the way you taste and smile and laugh and touch me. You kiss my collar
bone like he never did. You hold me and look me in the eyes and tell me
the things you shouldn't say... you're leaving me too soon. You kiss my
hair (he didn't do that either, he pales in comparison to your brown eyes,
soccer legs, loud laugh and memory,) saying "You're eyes are so beautiful."
All I can do is whisper back "Thank you" as I lie shirtless with my head
on your chest, paralyzed with comfort and lust. Our hips conncect and
align, kissing harder and deeper and I have never felt this wanted nor
have I ever wanted this badly. You smell sweet and familiar, and taste
like everything I miss, and you are perfect, I know exactly how you react
and the electricity between you and me is insane. My hands and body aren't
big enough to touch your skin as much as I want. So they move quickly
and slowly down your back around you neck, and I'm deeply breathing and
so are you. (This is my frist time ever ditching school-- I'm glad it
was for you!) _____, I'm so glad you're back, even if it's for a short,
unknown, undefined amount of time because I love the way you taste and
feel with your hands all over my body. Thank you for coming back to me
and saying these things. |