annnd....
it's a brand new series in sarah's journal. 'exerpts from the green notebook'. vol 1. issue 1.
(and this has been revised)
...curtain....
I can't get his kiss out of my head.
His kiss was always no less than electric. By this, I mean the kind of electricity that sparked with the initial soft graze of his gentle lips; and fueled by a sense of familiar ecstasy moved like venom from those lips to mine, to the back of my head, to the core of every extremity. Infected is the perfect word to describe the effect every kiss had on my body. It was the kind of infectious electricity that utterly intoxicated -permanently contaminating my soul with every emotion he ever felt; all the pain and love that comes from being emotionally, spiritually, physically, and sexually enclosed around one person. My hands almost always began to tremble at the anticipation of this simple show of affection, as he used one hand to caress my face and the other to hold my waist and pull me close. But that feeling- that moment just seconds before we connect- hovering like mist in the air as eyes slowly close and my body pulled to his in an uncontrolable moment of prevailing passion ... sent my senses into chaotic desire that could only be satisfied by his touch: by the touch of his lips to mine, by the sweet taste of his love.
(and this has been revised)
...curtain....
I can't get his kiss out of my head.
His kiss was always no less than electric. By this, I mean the kind of electricity that sparked with the initial soft graze of his gentle lips; and fueled by a sense of familiar ecstasy moved like venom from those lips to mine, to the back of my head, to the core of every extremity. Infected is the perfect word to describe the effect every kiss had on my body. It was the kind of infectious electricity that utterly intoxicated -permanently contaminating my soul with every emotion he ever felt; all the pain and love that comes from being emotionally, spiritually, physically, and sexually enclosed around one person. My hands almost always began to tremble at the anticipation of this simple show of affection, as he used one hand to caress my face and the other to hold my waist and pull me close. But that feeling- that moment just seconds before we connect- hovering like mist in the air as eyes slowly close and my body pulled to his in an uncontrolable moment of prevailing passion ... sent my senses into chaotic desire that could only be satisfied by his touch: by the touch of his lips to mine, by the sweet taste of his love.