Hey guys. This is something I wrote after I cut....
Last night I dreamt a dream and I must confess; you came to me in the purest form, your lips as sweet as nectar, your touch like silk. I wanted to speak to you, to tell you that my world is bare and dull in your absence. And that when I breathe the air so deep, its for you that I breathe, but words were simply not enough so I did not speak. I yearned for you to show me the definition of forever and then you took me in your arms. Lingering lightly and swooning softly, I promised I would not object.
Electricity sparked and flowed between us; sent by my soul; received by yours. Sent by your heart; received by mine. If I were an ocean you would have been the steady ebb and flow of the glittering tide.
I closed my eyes to better feel your passion and you leaned into me, a storm brewing beneath the surface. Your lips, fiery and delicious with cinnamon but with the smoothness of vanilla were the calm before the storm.
Brilliant fireworks exploded before my eyes and the water raged against the shore in uneven and charged waves, lapping and tearing the sand into itself beautifully. Your lips singed my cheek and neck in little bites and I could only cry for more. Your hands; two white pilgrims, set fire to my insides, and danced in the flames delightfully.
The white lightening crashed and you took me and leapt into the water, letting it wash over our heads and overwhelm out brains, and suddenly the water was calm.
Then I was a bird, flying forever high and swooping so low; you were my clear blue sky. There were no more gray clouds in your eyes and instead they sparkled adoringly.
A breeze that drew collectively from our lips flowed all around us, stirring small wisps of your wetted hair and the blindingly hot sun set and the moon rose. Still you held me in your arms and I begged you to never let go. You didn’t, but rather held me tight, like beautiful wildflowers in a child’s eager grasp, and I was happy.
I watched as the breeze fell null and you closed your eyes and visited a dream. The wise owls called and I dared not sleep in fear that you would be gone again when I woke.
But nonetheless, I woke to lonely covers, your arm absent around my waist. The trees outside my window bent in the wind. You were never there in the first place.
So still I breath and when I inhale the air so deep, it’s for you that I breath. A bird cannot fly without sky, an ocean is baron desert without water, and this world is reduced to the dullest shades of gray without you.
blah. It's kind of like elequent porn :|
later
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