I don't know how he knew me - but he did....
He always did...
His lips understood my lips, his fingers understood the curves of my skin and his eyes understood how to pierce my soul.
He always seem to say the words that calmed my soul
He was never complicated but oooh so simple
It had been a while since I had seen him
But last night he appeared - just showed up on my door step.
When I saw him I wanted to be mad because he had been gone for so long....
But I couldn't blame him for the distance...
I had hid from him these past months...
He was my drug and I didn't want to be addicted again.
But with that sweet smile he embraced me and I couldn't stay mad.
As he stood at my door and I looked in his eyes I found myself being sucked in....
I felt the urges rising and I could feel my addiction rise....
He looked me in my face and asked how I was... But he knew... I know he knew
He could see the desire in my face
As we sat he stroked my arms....
I wanted to cry because I missed him so
But my heart said don't let him back in.
We sat in quiet.
I looked at him and I remembered every moment he was there for me.
As I thought - he caressed
He caressed me with his lips and fingers
With every loving touch I felt my heart soften.
I found myself embracing the moment
As I embraced the moment
I couldn't deny it... I missed him
He understood me...
As I let guards down and allowed him to provide for my desires and wants....
At that moment I understood I missed intimacy and I needed its close embrace....
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