A drabble and a half!
You pull me to you, your arms tightening around me as if only the crush of our bodies against one another will reassure you that I am here. I notice dispassionately the actions of my own arms as they cling to you with something approaching desperation. The dull pain of our breasts pressing together may be asexual, but there is something strangely obscene about the feel of your cheek against mine.
Bare skin.
You're cold. I want to make the observation, but the words freeze before they even reach my throat. There are no tears, nor much capacity for them, and I can hear your breath in steady and even rasps against your throat. In my head, the mantra starts. //Let me go let me go let me go.// But I can't force my body to pull away from you, any more than you can force yours away from me.
Bare skin.
You're cold. I want to make the observation, but the words freeze before they even reach my throat. There are no tears, nor much capacity for them, and I can hear your breath in steady and even rasps against your throat. In my head, the mantra starts. //Let me go let me go let me go.// But I can't force my body to pull away from you, any more than you can force yours away from me.