I often find myself thinking about it- your lips on my skin: that warmth and moisture that can so easily overtake my whole being (mind, body, and soul) from whichever spot you may command.
It is at once the most familiar and the most thrillingly unknown sensation; as if I could will it into existence by simply thinking or dreaming it.
I feel myself blushing at the thought mid-day, as suddenly my knees grow weak at the mere knowledge that out bodies can harmonize so perfectly with one another- matching breath for breath and movement for movement- each contraction and release an uncharted territory that we claim as ours.
And they say that the novelty won't last; but how can this be novel if I've felt it time and time again? How can it be fleeting, when it feels as natural and necessary as breathing?
With each look from your eyes I melt and with each word that falls from your lips I succumb- always wanting more; always craving you whole.
One touch is all that it takes to make me shiver and gasp for air; each small touch leaving a searing print so deep within me that it makes my bones shatter and my blood overflow.
I want you so much I can hardly stand it... I mean to move on, but instead let it consume me- all of me.
And once again I find myself craving you- all of you.