Ache....
Ache....
Hard to describe the ache I carry for you.
I remember when it started, it was when I heard your voice for the first time, saw your eyes, felt your energy, that it began to bloom.
Felt like a slight burn from touching a hot pot from the stove.... It registered differently in me, pushed away things I felt and was definitely new.
Now..... It's something different.
It's an obsession, a craving powerful in scope.
You invade my thoughts, my body reacts like I need a nicotine fix, I physically quiver at the thought of you.
I know every curve, every speck of color in your eyes, your voice fills my head long after you speak, it's the only music I want to play.
I yearn for your touch, for your caress, I want to feel your fingers trailing my skin, your nails tearing into my flesh, I crave you invading my space, playing with my beard.
I need to touch.... I need to rip the clothes from your body and I need to tear you open.
I want to bruise you, hear your screams, I want to use every bit of you up, breathe in your air as I'm making your heart pound faster and harder.
I want to devour your body, pull you apart, get lost in your soul, feel your heart beating against mine as I dig into your darkness and the part of you that's only for me.
My ache decreases with every intimate stroke, filling you deep inside, every whisper, every sound.... Mine... Feeding I take.... I build... I consume you until the air is nothing but ash.....
Even as I slump into exhaustion, my lips full of your taste, my tongue savoring the salt of your skin.... As I feel myself running out of you and down your thigh.....
My ache begins to build again.
More Posts from Just1ook1ng and Others
Moon....
‘Bigmoon’ by Daria H
The subtle yet powerful act of holding your hand while I drive... No words... Just soft touches
Saturn appearing from behind the Moon
Craving you... Your skin... The softness of your body...feeling your muscles beneath my fingertips twitching to my touch.... Every curve I see beneath your clothes, now exposed and mine to explore.... To slide Into you bare.... To take you raw, intimate.... Losing one's self to time and environment
Una calda doccia
I hate that I'm afraid to sleep, not because of the demons that try to get at me as my dreams turn into nightmares.
It's because I survived today, everyone I care about in this fragile world I live in survived the day. Tomorrow..... Is inevitable and could be so much worse than any bad day I've ever had to live through.
While I go to sleep, against my will, but out of necessity. I know I have the comfort of my moon to glow upon me.
I don't take her for granted.
Like Ozzy said.....
"I don't ask much..... I just want you."
It's asking a lot....
-
just1ook1ng reblogged this · 4 years ago -
just1ook1ng reblogged this · 4 years ago
-
musicmanda liked this · 4 years ago -
my-souls-rumination reblogged this · 4 years ago
My main, my love letter, have other blogs primarily written word. (Taken by my Libra moon, my soul mate, my inspiration, my best friend and my unconditional love ) 43-♍-INFP-T
161 posts