Feb 13, 2004 18:51
and he kisses me, ever so softly, pulling my breath out of my lungs, away from my brain, and turning me out from the inside----
pulling me out from the inside...pulling my nails across his back, and letting gravity pull him down on top of me
i focus on his shoulder, hovering above me, -----------in my line if sight.......a tiny teardrop of sweat is making it's way down the etched paths between his muscles that are none-too-shabby---watching it slowly make it's way down his arm, until it stops ... and falls from his skin onto the top of my hand that is clasping him, right above the elbow, holding on for dear life. dear, dear life........---
and i look up and there is in his eyes a searing fire that threatens to leap out and consume me, it makes me smile, and it drives him wild, and i fight to breathe, because in that moment.....that neverending moment...time stands still, and to breathe would be to break
and i would not break him to save my soul.