Nothing quite like it. Waking!
Knowing that your lover isn’t there
Yet trapped within is the memory of when he was
Shiver of desire courses through you
Memory! Feeling his hands on your body
His lips on yours
Rippling desire echoing
He pulls you close
And doesn’t let you go
Holding you
Enclosed within his arms
Feeling the warmth of him
…and the strength
Oh, yes…
Waking to the memory and yearning for more. More time to explore. More time to learn what our bodies can do together.
Progress…
At times I worry that I’ve been alone too long. Adjusting to another person is a process. When we were young we tended to jump in and drown in it thoughtless in our headlong pursuit of passion. Heedless in our search for lust. The joyous bubbly intoxicant that floods your system when you start to fall.
Now we are older, wiser or simply scarred. And my friend keep telling me to take it slow, keep my heart safe. Pace myself. At the same time my body is crying out for attention.
To know and be known.
Licks!
No comments:
Post a Comment