I began writing this after a romance class I had in college. It is still in process...
His eyes pierce into my soul. With every look, I lose my breath. Why do I let him effect me this way? He has no claim to me, no want in his eyes. He is a fantasy, a stranger; but in my imagination, I feel his warmth consume me as if he shared this bed with me. His heat between my thighs while I am unconscious is quite acute. His hands moving across my body and his steaming breath on my skin makes my own breathing become shallow. Even here alone in the dark, he torments me with his deep gaze and the longing in my body for his kiss. My eagerness for his caress makes me melt at the very core of my existence.
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