deliciouss's Journal

Is this really about someone?
Nov 09 2009 23:27

I've thought about you for some time now. It seems like I always have. You feel new, and ancient. You are so unique in your design. There has never been anyone that has captured my mind as you have, and I am difficult to ensnare. Yet you have, somehow. You enthrall me. At times I think it's the tenacity of your honesty, of your genuineness. And other times it is the purity of your heart. The way you speak about women makes me want to jump your bones. The idea that you can love freely and unabashedly is extrordinary to me, for I am not as easily open to love. You are warm and I am closed, and indifferent. I am scared. There is nothing that has been planted within you that has made you fearful of love. Watching you teaches me. You are willing, and patient. I am skeptical, but wanting. Each time you are in my presence I am moved. And somehow I know you want to teach me. You want to teach me all about the things that make life. You want to love me. And I feel that in my core. It shakes me, and grounds me. It awakens what I have buried. It makes me anxious, and my heart races. It makes me want to touch the soft skin on your neck and run my finger nails down your chest. And when I tilt my head up, I look at you from behind dark soft lashes. I run my hands back up your chest to your neck, willing you towards me. I move closer, my lips brushing against yours and I breathe in. A kiss. You can feel my longing for you and it is beautiful. I run my fingers through your hair and entangle them there.  Moments pass- it feels like days, yet it cannot last long enough. I suck on your tongue, and gently bite your lower lip. Letting go with a sigh of contentment. It's all I need for now.

Isn't it funny how we like the mix of soft and hard?