Longings of an unknownfemale

Lying in bed the calling of him appeals to her body. She tosses and turn, her skin is looking for him. As if in a bad dream, her voice is calling for its savior to rescue her. Constantly looking for the sweet balm to restore her faith in their connection. Her skin calls for him in her deep slumber, in the middle of night have become the hardest time.

Knowing he is not lying next to her. The void that is no longer filled is now dead space of memories with middle of the night explorations. Letting their fingers travel along every curve and sharp edges on their bodies. The coldness made her skin cry loud in the middle of night, hoping he will hear her cry for him. But the silence killed the notion of his return. She is left with the dead space of memories.

She allows her body to be swallowed by them. Letting her mind escape the cruel nightmare and enter a new state of dreaming. Accepting the new concept of togetherness with a mystic being that is a poor substitute of what use to be him. She let his lips plant feather kisses on her neck. Rolling her head back to grant him better access. Feeling his tongue taste her once again, imagining him laying on top of her. Feeling his weight pressing down on her, feeling his heat flowing into her, crippled her defenses and her fingers wandered and danced into a routine familiar only to her.

His ghost brought her comfort in her desperate hours of need. Remembering hearing his sweet words of lust fall in into her ears, letting those words flow in her veins, the heat surging inside of her, pushing her to access another level she has never been too. Wanting to feel his tongue licking at the center of her. Bringing her to a level of ecstasy that gave them both pleasurable bliss that no one else could experience. Rocking her hips in rhythm with his movements. Letting her finger message, the deepest parts that ached for his touch the most. Feeling the warmth that came from inside her, created by the memories of his body. Biting her lip to suppress the urge to cry out in the pain of wanting more. Her hips rolled for her as her fingers basked in the joys of the dreams of him. bringing excitement to the spirits of their past.

The images of being pinned down by his arms, feeling the heat surging in her blood stream, breathing hard and shutting her eyes tighter at the phantom feel of him. She let her hands dance inside of her at the delicious thought of him taking control of her. His spirit surrounded every inch of her body, taking over of how her fingers moved. Curling in the right spot to bring her to that tipping point. Circling around other areas, making the dance she knows all too well longer. Begging to bring her to the edge that she longed for. Her hand slowed the motion then into rapid twirl that sent her into a death spin that made her smile. Never wanting him to stop, never wanting him to let go. She melted into his arms, letting his fingers control her vibration. Looking at his face of desire it killed her a little more into the depth of satisfaction that not many can feel or express. No words escaped between them, he was there for one purpose only, to give her comfort for one night in the dark corners of her dreams.

Having his face hover over her, she dared to whisper the love she has for him. But still no words could escape, just the sounds of the pending leap her body was ready to take. Her mind knew this was not real, but her body didn’t realize the sweet dream was taking over. He rocked her hard and slow, then fast, moved her body with an ease of contortionist. He never stopped, he kept moving forward, place her in new positions that she could never see herself in before. She needed his closeness, his heat, his sweat, his passion, his hatred, his want, and she would take it all and absorb into her as a saving grace to get her through another lonely night.

The late nights when the ghost and memories come out and play, haunted her bed. She could hear the screams and moans from previous times and she wrapped herself in them. Allowing her body to be possessed by the spirits of passed fucking’s that will no longer be there.

She wondered in her dream that her spirit is with him. Giving him the same blissful dreams. She let their sex drive her deeper into her fantasy. She sees herself riding him, looking down at his face glaring up at her. She needed to feel him in her, filling her with everything he has. His hands explore every inch of her body. The feeling of him was exquisite sensation that she missed.

Feeling that surging heat again she rocked herself into oblivion. Her mind a scattered mess. She opened her eyes and the feeling of loneliness enveloped her. The sadness flooded back to her in a way that her heart ached, the nights would be longer yet again. With this dream she was about to exorcise the spirits to give her half night of rest. She appeased them with their possession of her body and now she asked for rest.

I’ve imagined my life with you, full of passion and pain. A love that will endure the millennium, in the mass expansion of the galaxies. The moment we intertwined as one I kissed you. The first second of new life coming together, I caressed your soul. Before you, I longed and lingered through the days of stormy weather, looking for a port to tie myself to. On one of the sunniest days, I found myself looking into you.

When I stared into your eyes, I fell headfirst into the deep color of honey, warm and thick. It soothes the pain that left behind the throbbing of bad memories. Your eyes welcomed me into an embrace before your arms could hold me.

As we stepped into each other’s space, it took all but nanoseconds to know each other, the way other lovers did throughout history just knew. Our hearts beat echoed as one, as the sound drowned out the surroundings. I knew at that moment you were mine and my heart belonged to you.

As magnets pulled to each other, there is the force breathed unspoken words of love and worship. Things we have heard before but needed reminding. We breathed in each other and the smells of floral and musk filled our senses. Sending us into a daydream so lucid, we see our future in the beyond. We smile at the simplicity of our heats finally reuniting.

When our arms finally ache to hold one another, we jumped into each other’s skins and we relived our pasts and came back with a better understanding of how love deceived us and held on to the plan of our pending meeting. We wandered in the dark desert of loss hope and anxiety.

Being with you in every part of my life my imagination could not surpass the reality that we lived. We loved each other before we met, and we would miss each other if our lives knew something was gone.

I gathered all the stars above us and placed them in your hands and we made our wishes and released them back into the sky. As time moved forward the storms came and went and we held still. I never thought of losing you, the concept seemed foreign. Walking through space and time without you my heart grieved.

I feel your presence lingering around me, like a mist that smelled so sweet of honeysuckle and roses. It embraced me and whispered soon my love. I cry when the days pass and we are no longer together. The grieving of my heart pulled at Fate strings

Fate met me one of the coldest days, offering solace from my torture and offering its hand to me. Taking it plainly as a friendly greeting me at the door, I walked with him and he lead it back to you. Our reconnection and my soul rejoiced.

He sat in the corner of their bedroom, drinking down the fire to reignite the embers that burned inside of him. He thought all day of her. The way she moved, the curves of her sides moving in a slithering motion to grab his attention. Her hips gyrating to a drum beat so primal the earth could only produce it. Her hair danced around her shoulders and face as she touched up in front of the mirror. His mind always went to her body. 

The way it caved into his touch, how his hot breath pulled urges from her like no other man could. How her back arched so high when she felt the mountain of pleasure ready to crumble at his command. Her sultry talk dripping from her lips bringing him to the edge of a death that he will always come back to, no matter how many times he wanted to walk the other way. 

Rolling around in the sweet sheets of their making, the puddle of lust pooled around them, each of them taking turns swimming in it. His hands in her hair, controlling her movements to succumb to his manipulations of his mouth. Pushing her farther then she wanted to be pushed. Tasting the flavor of her for the millionth time and for the millionth time more, he savored the bitter sweetness of her.

His mind races back to his thoughts if she thinks of him in the same way that he does her. Does she feel him when he is not around, does she think of him when she suffers, when she cries like he does for her. When she wants him to sooth the burning sensation that rushes up her body when she feels the passion building as the beating of the drum that only she can hear beginning to play. 

Their bodies held on to one another so tight their flesh molded into one being. He didn’t want to let go of her, letting time slip by. The clock stopped ticking, it was only this…the passion that burned him. To feel her breast heaving for the next moment she needed air, feeling her legs wrap around him to hold him tight in place. The mere thought to letting go caused him to go crazy. He let his body and mind drift into her. Letting go of reason, just being there with her.  Her eyes flashed of amusement at his willingness to give into her. 

The game of who was in control revealed itself to him. She entrapped him with her words of love and affection. She made him surrender his heart at the altar of her body. And he kneeled in front of her and worshiped her, prayed at her center of life. Giving offerings of secrets and promises. 

Seeing her face covered in bliss and joy at his offerings, he felt is mind still wonder if she thought of him, if he is her only one. The surroundings sweltered from their intimate embrace, the gods themselves blushed with jealousy of the praise she was getting and not them. The way his body rocked on top of her, how her body received him over and over. Uttering his praises to the gods who came before her could hear and bless the prayer to come true. How she never wanted him to stop, digging further to make him stay longer, to make the heavens explored with her. 

He only rejoiced at her prayer for him. His thoughts were answered, how she wanted him just as deeply and madly as he did. Sensing her pending explosion, his words to get her to the tipping point of crumbling, she opened her eyes and staring back was a creature of full desire and lust. Her eyes bore into him with a fiery depth of want, his body released a breath of life into them both, that will bring about a new galaxy. Their bodies slowed, and their breathing ran to catch up to their still bodies.

For hours he stared at the women in his arms, her eyes closed with an exhaustion that breathing became a labored chore. He let his hands trail on her body, making new areas to begin another prayer to be said. He will always see her as the goddess and he will always be her reverent disciple. 

The connection was innocent enough, they talked too much every day. Discussions of simple things that meant nothing. Her comfortability with his voice helped let her guard fall like a piece of silk fabric falling at his feet, to reveal himself to her. The funny things that they had in common. The vulnerability that presented itself like a sacrifice to the Gods in their time together. 

The moment a suggestive word is mention it threw their momentum into a new direction. She walked down the path with him but felt hesitant at his strong and confident demeanor. All she wanted to do is find the key to open the door that unlocked her inner most desires. The distance didn’t matter it was only the small amount of time they had that expanded a lifetime. Their topics became more suggestive and walking around the issue that they both wanted to talk about, now facing it, it started their dance they both became familiar with. 

He wanted to possess something about her. The longing of something soft could be out there waiting to be held and bent to his will and wishes hooked him. He read her responses, her words, knowing what she wanted before she did. He liked the thought that he’s in control of the situation but wanted to see if she would arrive at the same place as him, waiting for her to join in the shallows as the water began to raise. The blushing moment passing through them, the loud scream of a smile that would never be seen. The tears that wouldn’t be caught by his hand. He heard all of it, her body was screaming for him. His voice affected the way she breathed and spoke to him. 

The phone calls got longer, conversations became deeper, and she still held back. The inner turmoil of letting go and maintaining control left scars of an inner battle that raged on. Seeing this war, he encouraged the desire to be set free, beckoning it out of her. Whispering words to cast his lust-filled spell over her. Imagining the passion in her eyes burning for something that she longed for herself. He wanted it all; everything that she could give, he wanted it. 

It took one night of being alone again. The loneliness became too loud for the both of them, one word between both blurred the boundaries for one night of lustful passion. The blushing of her skin when he boldly told her of the things he wanted to do with his lips against her skin. Letting her finger tips glide along the areas he told her he wasted to taste. Letting her hand glide down to her inner most parts. Her words fell from her lips on how she enjoys how much she wanted to feel him against her. Letting their bodies drown in the ocean of ecstasy so deep that the bottom will never be reached.

It felt days or eternity as they dove deeper and deeper. The whispers of erotic promises. The sounds of eternal longing they released over and over. The promises of digging deeper into one another, unlocking their fantasy of something that should have never started. Falling below the surface of the waves to their ocean. It was not love they wanted to drown in, it was the lust of control and release that needed to be played between them. Her need of a strong hand to release the fire consuming her every thought. Him wanting the power of holding something delicate in his grasp. The very thought of both of them holding some form of physical notion on each other bodies drove them further down to an abyss that they wanted to drown in. They made it so they will never surface and no one will ever find them. There was no one else. They wanted to drown.

Both letting silent prayer escape from their sounds, prayers of never ending satisfaction. Keeping reality away. Keeping them so far deep in their utopia, the fluid around them assisted in their maneuvering. Demanding of a release, he gave her the opportunity to let herself free. Both knowing there is no start to finish in their passion play. They let the ocean float them away for as long as they could. 

A feeling of inevitability crept in, they both felt it but chose to ignore it. Floating underneath there was nothing that could touch them, but they couldn’t stay under for long. Coming up for air was the cruelest pain that they experienced, filling their lungs with air to continue their lust making. If they left they would only meet to submerge themselves over and over. The innocent conversation turned into short remarks, she felt herself becoming more guarded. He saw himself harden around her. Their time was coming to a close. 

A moment of preservation would come to mind. Would they both stay in their ocean or walk on to the beach and give that last look of longing leaving behind a shell that will drown. They had no clue what was left for them, will they both remember this as the wreckage of an affair not taken seriously. Driven by the cardinal sin of their bodies. Or did it fulfill a need that needed to be awaken in both of them. Looking on to the horizon of their ocean, they both saw the part of themselves floating away, holding on to one another as each other life preserver. 

Reaching for one another on the shore they couldn’t touch. They drown the part of them that needed to be fulfilled. No words could be spoken; none would escape their mouths. A thin material began to rise between them again. What they saw in each other disappeared as the vail separated them. Their time was over and they question if they will let themselves drown again… only time will devourer all things. 

End.