Those kisses were toxic. I mean they were pure, not FDA approved, good-to-me, and for me touches of ecstasy. My..I've never been at a loss for words as much as I am. Your kisses brush against my lips like the softest feathers from the prettiest birds. I close my eyes and allow myself to escape into your being. Your tongue licks my lips like they belong to you. Do they? If they didn't before, they do now. Your hands search for mine and gather ours together above us. I cannot move. I cannot see. I can feel. Your torso has pinned me down, but I am not struggling to be from underneath your sin. It takes over me as I feel my entire body warm all over. Eyes unable to open, but my lips yearn for yours while they touch every other space of my warmth. My tummy..my thigh..back up..my breast..down..my naval. She is warm and over exasperated with patience and longing. Your lips..they're going into forbidden areas. Then her. They touch her. She was waiting..
My eyes open abruptly and I sigh with relief. It was just a dream. I roll over and there you are. Dream it was not. You were not a part of my sleeping ecstasy..you were the entire thing. It happened.
