Capricious

42 - Gin, Soul & Sushi

"Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures, you don't know you're having one until you're right in the middle of it."
- E.A. Bucchianeri

My rose so elegant, I spy across the station, unreal I absorb, until she sees me at the last. Excitement flaring as I hold her to me once again, heart and breath raging too quick, spinning stories of old and new, planning what we may. There our time takes hold, here and there, friends and food and films, saying the same things at the same time, slipping back into our old ways. We reminisce of times together in paradise, sharing a bottle of gin, completely lost within, lying side by side, unmasking, unfolding, unwinding. Playing together in the next room, discovering her for real, experimenting with her body, we play the night away. To feel her touch against my skin, learning what she likes, to be so very gentle, running kisses down her body, responding to her every moan. Arms wrapped around her, such a delicate little thing, breathing in her delectable scent, stroking her skin so smooth to my touch. A taste of things to come.

Everything is so very natural. Surrounded by memories and shards of present, sharing childish loves and adult attractions, as if we're already a thing. Forever playing with each other, admiring her every success and craze, her fashionable sense and mischievous nature, her sassy soul and flaunting excitement. Simply amazing and oh so complicated. Art galleries and food and cocktails, exploring her world with her as my guide, but never can we wait to get back to hers. Promiscuous girl, you're teasing me. Sharing each other's music and poetry, that we each pretend to hide, letting her explore my mind, my hopes and fears, now she knows it all. Yet she soothes my mind with confessions and praise. Trusting each other enough to share the most embarrassing things. She is my inspiration.

Timeless, caring not for commitment or for the future, it doesn't exist, we just let spontaneity take us, and how magical it is. Kissing her lips, her neck, her shoulder, nibbling on her ear, feeling her skin raise with goosebumps as I do. Mouth munching softly on her nipples, fingers endlessly playing her like an instrument, her moaning so exquisite a tune, her rhythm exciting me so. Devouring her pussy, tongue and lips let loose, she tastes so good. Shuddering as she goes down on me, quivering as her hands stroke my dick so skilfully. Melting into her, watching her face writhe with passion, it turns me on so, to have her so weak for me. Sliding so smoothly as she hugs so tight against me, thrusting in and out of her, tensing inside her to make her gasp, she screeches my name. Slowly, carefully, to the random music beat, so fucking exhilarating, her squirming till she shatters. Then on our sides, we just fit, the smallest movements so very rapturing, moving together in harmony. Again on top of her, sharing such erotic passion, however all has come to this, until I can take it no more. Exploding inside of her in an earth-shattering body-numbing tide of ecstasy, face contorting with such pleasure, this is what she does to me. Head buoying lighter than air, all longing released within her. Then curling into her as we fade away, bodies moulding together, and it really feels like I'm living in a dream.

Staring into her, enamoured by her blushing smile, her rosy cheeks, sinking into eyes of teal oceans flecked with gold. She is perfect to me, everything about her, so achingly beautiful, so utterly incredible, so fucking cool. Humbling squeaks from every compliment, I forget to breathe, just staring at her. We sleep, we cuddle, we play. Losing ourselves from reality, living our dream exactly how we want to. So serenely drunk on her, I've lost the will to think, there is only her, there is only the way I feel about her. I can't help myself, tearing her clothes to reveal that lush physique, so unbelievably sexy, caressing her at every chance. Stroking strands of hair from her eyes, teasing lips, rubbing the small of her back, anything to make her feel so good. Time flowing so quick, hours fading within a blink of an eye. Clutching her to me, her breath warm against my neck, I've never felt this way before, so very happy. Just to feel her against me, lips dancing, arms embracing. I never want this end, I never want to let her go, but I do, because I have to, because our time is up. Now all I can do is dream of us, in place of everything else, she's got me high as fuck.

I have what I wanted all along, and now it's as if nothing else matters, only her. Seeming so perfectly suited to me. As if she loves all I love, and I love all she loves. There is nothing wrong with this. I wouldn't change a thing.

It's just easier to not think, to let my mind reach out to what it wants, to lie back and let my imagination take control of me.