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nighttime endeavors Lips, tongue, teeth, saliva, swirling around in force. Aggression. A violent battle of passion, lust, and hormones that are just screaming for us to fuck. Your tongue in my mouth, your nails in my back, bodies pressed together, breathing heavy, the deep gutteral primal noises of this age old dance. The manipulation of evolutionary purpose for pure pleasure. The last resort of the loveless. The clothes are coming off ever so slowly. The salty taste of blood in my mouth. My lip is bleeding from your violent kisses. There goes my shirt. Oh, there goes yours. Belts, zippers, buttons finding their ways open somehow or another. I'm lifting you onto the counter. Your skirt isn't hiding anything anymore. I'm pulling down your already practically nonexistent panties. I'm saturated by you, blasted by your beauty, I can feel your heat pulsing through me. Everything is swirling together, my head is spinning, there is no one in the world but you. Your gaze is fierce and it speaks. Our eyes lock like a bank vault. Your legs are spreading wider. Your skin is smooth and hot, glistening with beads of sweat, the scent is overpowering. I'm falling into you. My hands on your face: a passionate kiss, moving down your body to your hips, everything is moving, limbs interlocking, your legs wrapped around me, the soft moans, your warm breath on my ear, I pull you toward me with violence and we fuck like teenagers. You are the one. You must be. Our bodies fit like puzzle pieces and I can't imagine another moment without you. I can't imagine that this moment will end. I can't imagine anything but your intoxicating scent and your lips pressd against mine and the swaying of your hips. The world has become your body and I'm the only person on the planet. I can't believe anything as beautiful as you exists. ----- dont call it a comeback - 11:17 p.m. , January 19, 2006 the enlightened ones - 11:16 a.m. , February 19, 2040 wait - 12:12 a.m. , June 18, 2005 the rumors of the confused - 7:27 p.m. , June 13, 2005 last night and today - 6:21 p.m. , January 18, 2005 |