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stoneygali
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It is difficult to not let my mind wander
to that one night with you
when you entered me with such care.
Your love whispered itself through the gentle thrusts
of your polished, pulsating limbs.
Your sweat and my sweat
integrated to paint a shiny hue
of vibrancy - I could not help but be captivated.
Your fingers commenced in my hair -
a simple mass of dark, tangled curls,
continuously falling, the locks incessant in caressing my cheeks,
and you - so mindful to keep those tendrils in order.
Then you - clutched the slimness of my neck,
the anxiousness of my skin, slippery beneath your grip.
I open my eyes to yours -
to a look of seriousness that must have mirrored my own,
both keenly aware of our deplorable actions.
My head thrown back -
the sweat of my backside binding my curls
as my hands gripped the twisted sheets
to find support for my trembling,
not quite finished limbs.
While your fingers traveled over my body,
until discovering my own still meshed into the bedspread.
And we embraced each other as if
either of us is all we have ever known -
and will ever know again.
My tongue rested on the skin of your face where
the beads of sweat lining your forehead
possessed a flavor of something salty that
brought to existence the taste buds cluttering my mouth.
Unitl our bodies rose to an expectation I once believed
existed only in a world outside of our own.
For that greatly labored moment, mere seconds in time,
the nature of our sex stripped us down to nothing more than
duplicate sweat glazed animals withering in perspired sheets
while the orbit of our world could do nothing
to break this momentary union between us.
Our bodies grew weary,
our bodies finally spent.
I am lost in knowing how to end this with you.
So I choose to relive this one night
yet again
and again.
to that one night with you
when you entered me with such care.
Your love whispered itself through the gentle thrusts
of your polished, pulsating limbs.
Your sweat and my sweat
integrated to paint a shiny hue
of vibrancy - I could not help but be captivated.
Your fingers commenced in my hair -
a simple mass of dark, tangled curls,
continuously falling, the locks incessant in caressing my cheeks,
and you - so mindful to keep those tendrils in order.
Then you - clutched the slimness of my neck,
the anxiousness of my skin, slippery beneath your grip.
I open my eyes to yours -
to a look of seriousness that must have mirrored my own,
both keenly aware of our deplorable actions.
My head thrown back -
the sweat of my backside binding my curls
as my hands gripped the twisted sheets
to find support for my trembling,
not quite finished limbs.
While your fingers traveled over my body,
until discovering my own still meshed into the bedspread.
And we embraced each other as if
either of us is all we have ever known -
and will ever know again.
My tongue rested on the skin of your face where
the beads of sweat lining your forehead
possessed a flavor of something salty that
brought to existence the taste buds cluttering my mouth.
Unitl our bodies rose to an expectation I once believed
existed only in a world outside of our own.
For that greatly labored moment, mere seconds in time,
the nature of our sex stripped us down to nothing more than
duplicate sweat glazed animals withering in perspired sheets
while the orbit of our world could do nothing
to break this momentary union between us.
Our bodies grew weary,
our bodies finally spent.
I am lost in knowing how to end this with you.
So I choose to relive this one night
yet again
and again.
I never meant to hurt you, mi diablo, mi amigo, but I've built up so much character I have an alter ego. I have to make a clean break & I have to do it quick because the pain you give me babe would make Cal Ripken call in sick!!!
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