Close to me
That night I held her closer than ever before. Her legs clasped around mine, her head rested softly upon my chest, her arm across my body while being griped by my hand. I combed my fingers through her hair and found her waiting for me on her side; although I saw her hand there I did not move to it right away. She fell asleep as we watched the movie, I did not notice at first, but soon I realized that her breathing had slowed down, which was ok by me. Thoughts of peace and sleep overwhelmed me; I wanted to stay in that moment forever; forever in my arms she would stay until I woke up form eternity. The kiss of soft love fell upon her ears as I cried. For I knew that I could not hold her forever, but I would for as long as possible. And this I did until she was startled by the loud voice of Chris Farley, but we resumed our fixed gaze into the screen. When the movie came to an end, she got up to turn off the TV and turn on the radio. We resumed our positions; she gave a faint laugh as I dragged my fingers along the smooth valley of her back; quickly she collected my fingers and held them in hers. The warmth of her body fueled mine; thoughts of pleasurable slumber grew in my struggle of temptation. But these thoughts must be smited for now, for it is not the time nor the place. We kissed for a few seconds and then oddly she licked my neck and I hers. my time drew near for me to make my journey home. While riding in her car, we took a slower ride down the rainy rodes. Hand and hand the whole way, gently I would rub her fingers and glance ever so often to see her happy face. If I staired to long she would ask, "what?", that would be my time to stop. Once we reached my house we talked for a little while. We kissed again and this time it was for more than ten seconds, then she blew in to my mouth and man did that feel awesome. As I got out of the car and walk away she called me a nigger and drove into the night, where I would wait for her next arrival.