AN: Just a little something short I composed. Thought you guys might enjoy it.
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Touch me. Touch me now. The need arises from somewhere deep within. My skin longs for your warmth, your electric touch. The tingling is impossible to ignore as every inch awaits your caress.
Silky smooth it reaches me. I close my eyes as sensation overtakes me. Breathing becomes difficult, yet I try to speak. All attempts to control my body are futile. Expert movements cover me on square inch at a time. Finding a breath, my eye lids repel from each other only to find two maroon orbs enveloping them whole, searching for the depths of something unknown to me. Pinwheels begin to spin and spark. I shiver.
I return the favor and allow him my touch. I can feel his shiver and am alerted by his appreciation as a sigh escapes his now parted lips. Only one word follows: Clarice. The last syllables are drawn out making it seem as though the word shall never cease to flow from his lips.
Arms encircle me and I melt. I am falling now. The feeling is exhilarating and stars begin to flow past me like a river. This fall is most comforting as I know where I shall land. Safe and sound, back on the ground. Flesh against flesh.
Feathery-down comes the touch once more. The two maroon orbs have never left me. I find solace in the notion that I can see no depth in them. Infinity is forever. Forever is a lifetime. Lifetime is a promise.
No words are needed as we slip into oblivion. Every word is felt through sensation. Sensation is more intense than the colliding of two worlds. Where we will land is uncertain. Also is the notion that we ever will.
Fin
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Touch me. Touch me now. The need arises from somewhere deep within. My skin longs for your warmth, your electric touch. The tingling is impossible to ignore as every inch awaits your caress.
Silky smooth it reaches me. I close my eyes as sensation overtakes me. Breathing becomes difficult, yet I try to speak. All attempts to control my body are futile. Expert movements cover me on square inch at a time. Finding a breath, my eye lids repel from each other only to find two maroon orbs enveloping them whole, searching for the depths of something unknown to me. Pinwheels begin to spin and spark. I shiver.
I return the favor and allow him my touch. I can feel his shiver and am alerted by his appreciation as a sigh escapes his now parted lips. Only one word follows: Clarice. The last syllables are drawn out making it seem as though the word shall never cease to flow from his lips.
Arms encircle me and I melt. I am falling now. The feeling is exhilarating and stars begin to flow past me like a river. This fall is most comforting as I know where I shall land. Safe and sound, back on the ground. Flesh against flesh.
Feathery-down comes the touch once more. The two maroon orbs have never left me. I find solace in the notion that I can see no depth in them. Infinity is forever. Forever is a lifetime. Lifetime is a promise.
No words are needed as we slip into oblivion. Every word is felt through sensation. Sensation is more intense than the colliding of two worlds. Where we will land is uncertain. Also is the notion that we ever will.
Fin