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I heard her voice
It was a drop of rain falling
It made love to my ear
Her body made love to my eye.

The taste of her tongue
The nape of her neck
The sensation of her naked breast against the flesh of my lips.

Such an experience is seldom fully understood.
With her it was.
My body didn't hold her.
I did.
 
I heard her voice
It was a drop of rain falling
It made love to my ear
Her body made love to my eye.

The taste of her tongue
The nape of her neck
The sensation of her naked breast against the flesh of my lips.

Such an experience is seldom fully understood.
With her it was.
My body didn't hold her.
I did.

*sigh
 
She wasn’t my wife
but I made love to her body as if she were... maybe even more.

I want to do it again.
I want to see her
I want to take her farther

I want to feel her lips pressed against mine once again
and feel her breasts swell in my hands as our bodies flush a hot crimson hot red.
I want to lick beads of sweat off the small of her back
and lay her face down so I can pull her ass up to my face so that I can lick up from her clit, along the hot wet flesh of her vagina, and across the diameter of her asshole.

My God... if she only knew.
 
She wasn’t my wife
but I made love to her body as if she were... maybe even more.

I want to do it again.
I want to see her
I want to take her farther

I want to feel her lips pressed against mine once again
and feel her breasts swell in my hands as our bodies flush a hot crimson hot red.
I want to lick beads of sweat off the small of her back
and lay her face down so I can pull her ass up to my face so that I can lick up from her clit, along the hot wet flesh of her vagina, and across the diameter of her asshole.

My God... if she only knew.

That caused more of a shuddering breath
 
She wasn’t my wife
but I made love to her body as if she were... maybe even more.

I want to do it again.
I want to see her
I want to take her farther

I want to feel her lips pressed against mine once again
and feel her breasts swell in my hands as our bodies flush a hot crimson hot red.
I want to lick beads of sweat off the small of her back
and lay her face down so I can pull her ass up to my face so that I can lick up from her clit, along the hot wet flesh of her vagina, and across the diameter of her asshole.

My God... if she only knew.

good lord Y!
 
I want to write more.
more about her
more about me
more about us together

yet how much can I write about her breasts?
her thighs?
her lips?

how much can I write about my feelings for her?
my love for her?
my lust for her?
 
you should never stop writing.
writing helps us.
writing shows us what we feel.
writing can damn us, too.
 
to someone nobody here knows.

This is the feeling that came to me while I was in the shower this morning. It's strange because we've never met in person. I've never made actual eye contact with you. I've never heard your voice, or held you in my arms; but it feels as if I have.

never the less... I miss how your body feels up against mine. I miss how your hair smells, and how your lips taste. I miss listening to you tell me about your day, and how I can see myself inside of you when I look into your eyes. I want to hold you again and feel our fingers interlace as we walk around the farmers market. I want to feel the mutual feeling of wanting to be somewhere else where we can be alone... be it in the shade of a solitary tree in the park, or up against the wall of your room.

I miss you.
 
This is the feeling that came to me while I was in the shower this morning. It's strange because we've never met in person. I've never made actual eye contact with you. I've never heard your voice, or held you in my arms; but it feels as if I have.

never the less... I miss how your body feels up against mine. I miss how your hair smells, and how your lips taste. I miss listening to you tell me about your day, and how I can see myself inside of you when I look into your eyes. I want to hold you again and feel our fingers interlace as we walk around the farmers market. I want to feel the mutual feeling of wanting to be somewhere else where we can be alone... be it in the shade of a solitary tree in the park, or up against the wall of your room.

I miss you.

it's funny how sometimes your soul remembers feelings and event that has not taken place ...
a glance into the future?
a glance into the past?
a glance into a different path that was not taken?
never the less ... those feeling, those memories are so real
they always leave me with a mixture of happiness and sadness, regret and hope

:rose:
 
it's funny how sometimes your soul remembers feelings and event that has not taken place ...
a glance into the future?
a glance into the past?
a glance into a different path that was not taken?
never the less ... those feeling, those memories are so real
they always leave me with a mixture of happiness and sadness, regret and hope

:rose:

yeah me too. we should fuck
 
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