Alone

Posted on 2008-Mar-29 at 12:31 - Post Comment

Tags:  skin contact, love, mysterious, soft core I am alone, the only time I am with you.

It is too dark to see the time on the alarm clock. I contemplate pressing the button on the top to get it to light up, but cast the idea asside. It is on the opposite side of the bed from me and moveing risks wakeing you.

I can feel your heat under the sheet. Hear your slow, steady breathing. As I lean closer I can smell your perfume, your unique smell. A sliver of light from the streat lamp peirces the cirtains and picks out your delicate features, pokeing from the top of the bed spread.

I lean over you and kiss you gently on the neck. You stir slightly and I freeze. My heart is pounding and my eyeswide as I prey that you will not wake. Not yet. I feel sure that you can hear the booming of my heart. I cannot do anything as you move again.

Then all is quiet once more. Your deep breathing returns and I am comforted by the sound. it luls me, calls me, tempts me.

Slowly, I pull back the sheets, hopeing that the crackle of the fabrc will not rouse your beautiful frame. I run my fingers down your arm, hardly makeing contact, feeling the tiny hairs brushing againts my finger tips. You are beautiful and I love you with all of my heart.

My pulse quickens as I move my fingered to your breasts, still delicately brushing. As I reach the center a shiver ran down my spine. I could feel my loins swell. I want you to wake up, to take me into your world of delights but I know that is I do it will all end. For I cannot exist with out, yet I cannot live without you. I am you and you ar me, for we are one.

 

 

 

 

And none of this is real.

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