Late Night Thoughts (Pt.2)

It is hard to say it but I want to stand in front of you. So close you can barely breathe. I want to take the breath out of you and store it in itself. I want to hear your breath and feel your body heat engulf me in a bubble of you.

The tingles start.

From my skin to my smile that just comes. My hairs stand up all over and my knees get weak. I can't go past that...

But if I did, our bubble would get smaller and I would not move away. Your eyes would stay on me and I would soon become paralyzed. Weak but still standing, I'd hope to still be standing.

Engulfed in nothing but your presence I could kiss the air you make and feel it in my fingertips. Your skin so soft on mine and the touching starts. Uncomfortable, but willing, I stay standing paralyzed in place in a bubble of you. My arms feel your touch, my skin feels your breath, my ears hear your heartbeat. The hairs on my body begin to stand firm and so it begins.

The rush of nerves, body flow, water, natural resources from the inside out. No thoughts just emotions. I can't think straight but your hand on my arm feels so good. Fear based, I panic, but you are in front of me still trying to read me but I am not a book. I finally move and find my hands around you gently you almost can't feel my touch. We are chest to chest. One step closer into our vibes. In comes the long awaited and drawn out moment. Skin so soft and gentle almost untouchable.

Hesitant to lean into it but I have to feel you. Breathless. A kiss so soft it is cotton candy on my lips. The vibes are rushed. The heartbeats are faster and the only things heard in the room full of nothing. In for it we go. Love? Not just yet but a strangely strong liking of spirits.

Hands and arms begin to be felt with more intensity upon the skin of clothes. Hairs begin to stand with more purpose as blood flow rushes to the brain and areas of notice. What do we do now? The softness never fades but escalates. Hands around the waist. The security of another is felt. So tight and sure of himself. No sexual tension, is weird, but the existance is wanted and needed.

I can't think straight.

So used to immediately getting my clothes pulled off with a single kiss, but only a single kiss is wanted and needed here. In the hands of a steady man, engulfed not in shame or insecurity, but dominance and love to give. The softness and gentle ways of his touch wrap me up in something so close to love my body gives in and he notices.