The beginning is always the hardest part. So many thoughts racing overhead not knowing the start from the finish. But the feeling is all that remains. Lingering like a plume of smoke in an enclosed room.
Yearning for you like I'm dreaming of air.
Thinking, contemplating, fantasizing.
Wanting to see your face, which sparkles like a star filled night with the moon glistening through mu window. Your sight magical
Your smile illuminating my very eyes, giving me that glorious feeling.
The constant scent of your J. Cherry Blossom filling my nostrils, intoxicating my lungs.
grasping your body the sweet curves engulfing my hands like the perfect object, I hold on.
Gently caressing your smooth brown skin, beautiful as a supreme sculpture, a visual masterpiece.
Skin touching mine, the warmth smothering my nerve end, enticing my every sensation.
Being blinded by your clothes, though nice, slowly removed.
Tangling my lips to your flesh, tasty, irresistible.
The thought of stopping erased.
Going from top to bottom, embracing your heartbeat.
Knowing your every spot, thrilling your every sensation.
Fighting the urge to stop, i press on, grasping the title, making you understand my every reason to hold it a surprise.
Going in your body heat escalating, your sweet moans speeding my hearts pace.
Going and going pleasing your every need and desire.
Taking each other to ecstasy, we both feel the extravagance of this time we have.
Waking to see you next to me is one of my only driving forces.
Being only the things that dance a party on my brain. Anxiety building, craving for you only growing stronger...
Only wanting you.
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