a.m.

not close to being done, just a start......

 

 

The soft eastern wind blows my hair gently across my face as I take the long strides up your street.  I spot your house, a warm feeling comes over me through the bitter chill of spring.  My heart begins to waver, and the butterflies that have cocooned themselves in my stomach come alive.  I smile as I walk through the door.  The house is its usual disarray, toys scattered about, the scent of dryer sheets in the air, I find comfort in the chaos.  I take a deep breath and lay back into the rough cushions of the couch.  I feel you sit next to me, your eyes deeply staring at, begging me to look at you.  I feel them pull my face in your direction, and you're smiling back at me.  It makes me smile to see you so happy to see me, and we dont have to say what we both already know.  Its written on our face, like words permanently imprinted in a book.  A hand reaches up, and with the softest touch you caress my cheek.  Soft fingers roll over my lips.  Its as if you were drawing my face, softly tracing the edges of my frame.  They make thier way down the small of my neck and find themselves at the sweet cove of my collarbone.  I giggle as you tickle the soft skin of my body.  You lean in closer to kiss my bare skin.  I hear you moan as you breath me in, so deep.

Author's Note

this is just a portion of the beginning of whatever ive started writing......bear with me lol.....