Friday, August 15, 2014

All I Need...

They lay next to each other, not touching, pretending to be asleep. With each passing second, her fingers itched to touch him. She unsuccessfully tried to force the memories of them clinched together out of her head. But when his arm splayed across the pillows, her body was drawn to his like a magnet. Curled into his arms, head resting on his chest, she could hear his heart pounding. Its frantic rhythm matched the beat of her own. Their fingers twined together like there was no more natural thing in the world. They remained there, not moving, barely breathing, definitely not speaking. Doing nothing which might break the spell they were both under. They shouldn't be here. Couldn't be together like this. She also didn't care. Not when this felt so good, so right. Opening her mouth to speak, the words died on her lips at his moan. I love being here with you, he whispered. The fingers of his free hand ran down her cheek, she leaned into the caress. Every day we aren't together, I think about you. Their arms slid tighter around each other, bodies closing whatever gap may have still existed between them. I need this. Your arms around me. Your love. It's all I want. All I need. The hushed words wrapped around her, warming a chill she didn't know existed, drawing her in. Eyes sliding closed, savoring his touch, she was lost. To the moment. To him. She felt his weight shift, knew he now hovered over her. His lips brushed hers, softly. I need you... Need your love... It's all I need... His words echoed in her head, as clearly as if they belonged to her. And maybe they did. Perhaps he was just the one who had the courage to speak them out loud. But the next time his lips met hers, there would be no stopping him. She only hoped she wouldn't have to wait too long to show him how she felt. And maybe one day she'd be the one to tell him... ...you're all I need...

1 comment:

-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

You're a writer? Cool shoes. Me, too (kinda, sorta). I know for a fact, however, you gotta whole lotta intelligence behind those two ears, girl; thus, I wanna give you my finite existence: to intrinsically value the Great Beyond which I’ve learned to appreciate, to visualize the fundamental reality of infinity is why I‘m here for a teeny-weeny amount of time. Looky here...

Precisely why I had our ‘philanthropic + epiphany’ (=so much to give + vision): wanna see a perfectly cognizant, fully-spectacular, Son-ripened-Heaven?? … yet, I’m not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like: meet this advanced, bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most juvenile-lip-service, ultra-groovy, picturesque-paradox, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy-Reality-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-some-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué-passion you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-smmmokin’-hot-deal enveloping, engulfing our catch-22-excitotoxins. Cya soon, girl…