( Author's Note : Mature and slightly explicit . If this is not your cup of tea , you are free to ignore this . No issues )
I gulped . my feelings for him were intense
I tried to deny it , with certainty and uncertainty
Conflict of thought and emotion
My heart was pounding , trying to leave my cage
My cheeks wore a color of red , making it more evident
My eyes were diluted with an element i tried to deny - lust
Is it good? Is it the right time to take the next step?
He entered to my surroundings.
He winked at me and drank a glass of water
I gulped again. In denial of the truth
I wanted to feel him - in me.
I wonder how it feels , when he does that to me.
Is this for real or is it happening in my head?
I don't know. But that's what i wanted.
Is it?
My skin grew warmer , as his footsteps went nearer to my body.
I feel , i have fever. Not because i was sick.
Because i wanted intimacy.
I wanted more of it.
Is it a sin? To feel him ? Because i've never felt the same - with another person
His hand touched my warm cheek.
Adrenaline flew through my veins.
My heart shivered in his touch.
I gulped again.
I looked at his eyes that pleaded me
Morten didn't say anything , but observed
My unstable body language
He saw the lust in my eyes , and his eyelids narrowed
His eyes were filled with lust as well.
My hand went up. out of control
My heart commanded me to do so.
I wondered how he looked - beneath the fabric covering him.
My fingers crept into his cloth and dragged it down to his torso.
I ripped his shirt.
Opps. I actually did it. My senses came back.
I gasped. And i looked back to his face.
He smiled and raised his eyebrows.
What does that mean?
My lips walked forward to his chest and kissed every bit of it.
His head went up , the witness of external pleasure.
My hands went down - not cooperating with rationality
Below his torso , his pants , my fingertips lied.
( There we go - Sorry for being extreme)
With the contact to my innocent skin - with deep desires
It became erect.
A sigh escaped from his mouth.
His hands slowly wrapped my waist and went beneath my fabric
His fingertips made circles around my skin and it shivered
We both looked at each out and realized.
"We both wanted it"
Turning off every evidence of light and the outside world
The doors were shut and the curtains are closed
He threw me to the bed and ripped every fabric out of my body
He freed himself from his clothing and jumped towards me
Our hands met and kissed each other's skin
Movements ,Cuddles and kisses.
Sighs and moans.
Unashamed and carefree.
No digit existed.
To describe the distance between each other.
Liberation from doubt and repression.
Physically , mentally and spiritually.
Sending of messages from skin to skin.
Body to body.
About the feelings we had for each other.
Electricity was streaming in our veins.
In epiphany and euphoria.
Our bodies just - connected.
My 100 Apologies for writing an explicit poem.
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To Hakkespetter
أدب الهواةWeird, Cheesy but heartfelt thoughts dedicated to Morten Harket from a-ha :) This is slowly turning into a-ha memoir / one shot book , so here's another addition to my description 😄
