The forbidden that’s so close I can bite. His skin smooth such sweet dark dark chocolate leaving the bitter taste in my mouth that I wish was his own sweetness… This cocoa colossus, chiseled and molded as if by his own gifted hands he holds tight to my petite frame, engulfing me, losing me in his strength and by even the sight of him I am lost to his commands and tender Hershey kisses. Do I dare disappear in our desires as his lips call for me to let go and… let… him… while his body begs to meld to mine in such heat making us as one in his arms yearning to hold me… he needs me… to release all my stress, he says I deserve it… but while longing to have him ever nearer I rebuke the temptation wanting to lead us both right, down the sure path to a perfect harmonizing unification of hearts and passion where we would feel that sacred word… wanting to let him fall into all of me not just to bless my sacred temple but make me believe again, even inspire my words. His presence is the true blessing and like no other’s making me long for him to be like no other making me wonder if he will ever utter that sacred word again and mean it or if I could bring him to that point better than I could keep him at my side in that lonely night where his unexpected comfort showed me just how lonely I was… despite my hunger I held back and he called me shy but not too shy to gaze into his deep soft eyes. I reluctantly let him go but his scent still lingers, reminding me of his short time holding me, whisking me away to slumber anticipating his next coming, hoping that it will be as quick as my pulse by the simple thought of him, longing for him to be back soon to fill those empty places and fulfill that need. My only hopes being that we are prepared the fires within…. Praying he has not awakened such a fire in me only to be frightened of getting burned
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