union

so much life.
running through my veins.
hurdling like track runners into my heart, my lungs, out through my throat into yours, filling us both up with colors, songs, letters, pictures, poems, wishes.

this, my friend, is a cosmic connection.
the stars blush and cry tears of pretty things as they look down upon our human birth-right to carnality. as we roll around on the short prickly grass, the mosquitos drink in our fire like sweet sugar water. six years' wait bursts forth through the dam, and the skin that has waited six years to feel skin finally feels every inch of it. these fingers have wandered far from the contours of your arms where they should be, but they are home now, as their six year confusion is ended with the firmness of you.

where does heaven end and earth begin in this ocean horizon that we have so wrecklessly charged into?

you are my heaven, and my heaven's lips meet my neck with parched thirst in their desperation to quench the starvation for the river that flows under my skin.

i shudder, shiver, and shake to think what will come when your hands stop moving, your lips move harder, and you find what you were looking for between my trembling thighs. will the life surging through my heart be too much? perhaps. a myocardial infarction at best. or more likely my heart will simply stop. the life force that had woken me from my 6 year sleep will paradoxically be my very death.

and yet...somehow i'm not afraid. i fearlessly take the plunge into the unknown world of growing up as i watch your hands and lips find all the different places of me i never thought existed solely for you.

i'm not afraid anymore.

power struggle

my stomach is crawling, still, hours after you last touched me.

i can still feel your fingers trailing up my inner thigh. another shiver.

my hand still feels the heat bulging from your now-tight jeans, every light butterfly touch i give racks your body with efforts to keep the heat under control.

i've never felt such power. knowing that with the slightest pressure, or deep ravishing scratch can bring another human being closer and closer to implosion. the people around us having no idea what torture your body and mind are being put through, no idea of how close you are. another shudder rips through your chest and you grip my hand steadily.

i think i have you under control. right at the moment when i feel like the plane is steady and i can just kick back, relax, and switch on the auto-pilot, i feel an intense, sinful burning in between my thighs. shit.

your hand is lighter than i've ever felt, yet it singes through my jeans, through the thin layer of my panties, through my skin into the very core of my own divine feminine. my hand releases you and i grip the arms of my chair. your large hands are suddenly very larger than i've ever cared to notice. i begin to arch my back but am suddenly very aware of the many people around us. i look at you and see the cruelest smile on your face.

payback's a bitch.