I was laying in my bed last night fantasizing. It was exctasy in my mind as I laid with my hands tucked neatly under my pillow and I replayed the thoughts of his touch.
I could remember the look on his face before he told me I was beautiful. There was something about the way he touched me that made me cold and want to press every inch of my body against his. His lips touched mine and I could feel a fire start to rise in my chest. His tongue crossed my lips, and he pulled my hair with one hand and held me close to him with the other.
It was like being in his arms made me want to become part of him and be so close to him that I was inside of him. But I could only kiss him. So I closed my eyes and let him surround me.
The heat that traveled between us made my chest tighten.The the complexity of my desire for him took my breath away and left me panting.
I wanted more. I wanted all of him. It was like being thirsty for water while soaking naked in a cool bath. I wasn't on this rung of conciousness. It was just him and I and everything else was somewhere between reality and dreamscape.
From the outside, I was just a girl propped up on the back of a couch. He was a boy standing front of me. But on the inside it was like being everywhere at one time. It was being complete, but having a deep desire that ripped between us. It wasn't sex. It was drifting away together for just a moment and that moment was unmatched by the rush of any peak I've ever experienced.
I wish we never stopped.
I couldn't sleep last night.
