lost in litheness.
gratefully, and to a beat oh-so-erratic, i give up the ability to swim so that i can drown in a splendor that i have found in his limbs. his lips smile as they hover hotly over mine, and i find myself traipsing over the best delirium i have ever known. the same mouth that laughs the greatest laugh heard for nautical miles and eons, the same mouth that simpers in a way that makes a bad experience fade like a dream from childhood, this mouth scoots closer to me and whispers that i am yearned for.
i find myself full of gratitude and beatitude, not being able to help but think that any time i blink it'll all be gone, because let's face it, i've never had it so good as i have these past nights. but thousands of times over, i close my eyes, then open them, and i can still see him, and the eye contact made as i feel his hipbones against mine is enough for my heart to practically cut a hole under my breast so that it can leap out and gasp in fervent disbelief.
"i think you're good for me..." he whispered around four in the morning a week or so ago, and i believed him. i crave nothing but to do good to him and to make him smile. to taste his stretches of hot sweetness, make him quiver with fruition, to make him sigh and feel more coveted than he ever has in his life. i have this hunger that i cannot quench, but i am adoring trying to, and don't ever want to stop.
it's amazing to have a schoolgirl crush for what seems like forever, and then one day, you wake up, and it is made reality. in ways even you, in your foolish infantile ways, were too timid to devise. the shock leaves me pleasantly deranged.
i sleep with a smile these days.
--incompletia.
gratefully, and to a beat oh-so-erratic, i give up the ability to swim so that i can drown in a splendor that i have found in his limbs. his lips smile as they hover hotly over mine, and i find myself traipsing over the best delirium i have ever known. the same mouth that laughs the greatest laugh heard for nautical miles and eons, the same mouth that simpers in a way that makes a bad experience fade like a dream from childhood, this mouth scoots closer to me and whispers that i am yearned for.
i find myself full of gratitude and beatitude, not being able to help but think that any time i blink it'll all be gone, because let's face it, i've never had it so good as i have these past nights. but thousands of times over, i close my eyes, then open them, and i can still see him, and the eye contact made as i feel his hipbones against mine is enough for my heart to practically cut a hole under my breast so that it can leap out and gasp in fervent disbelief.
"i think you're good for me..." he whispered around four in the morning a week or so ago, and i believed him. i crave nothing but to do good to him and to make him smile. to taste his stretches of hot sweetness, make him quiver with fruition, to make him sigh and feel more coveted than he ever has in his life. i have this hunger that i cannot quench, but i am adoring trying to, and don't ever want to stop.
it's amazing to have a schoolgirl crush for what seems like forever, and then one day, you wake up, and it is made reality. in ways even you, in your foolish infantile ways, were too timid to devise. the shock leaves me pleasantly deranged.
i sleep with a smile these days.
--incompletia.
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deeply touching!
you deserve that level of intense happiness..