I'm
driving along and I think of a memory of your touch. The way you hold my head
when you kiss me solid and a bit to the right. That one thought made a bolt of
lightening shoot through me like electricity coming from the cloud.
It's
fucking cool.
I live
vicariously in those moments now. The way we always find each other under a
table, the way your hand feels on my thigh and the way our bodies lightly
touched.
When I can barely stand it
anymore, I recall the sensation of your mouth on my nipples.
It's
then- I can't even drive. I pull over, sit under a tree and imagine you kissing
me. Taking me. Possessing me.
I'm
experiencing feelings and sensations with you I never dreamed imaginable. You
are my drug, my lifeline, my dream.
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