We made love with passion and I worry I'll never find that, never find someone whose very touch, just the press of their hand to my skin sends electricity all throughout me.
This is no joke. This is being in love. It is the electric buzz and hum of their body pressing hotly into your own. It is the miles and miles of skin explored and explored again
it is lips parting, teeth biting bumping
I woke up at 4am and had her next to me. I don't know what woke me up, but suddenly I was touching her, running my fingers over her face, her chest, her stomach...I would drag my fingers up her neck, she'd moan, turn towards me stretch her neck out for me to touch.
I kept my eyes closed, too tired to open them, just feeling her. I didn't need them open, I could see her in my mind.
She woke up
"I thought it was a dream...and then I smelled you." -A
I'm not a dream. I'm here.
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