June 30, 2013 at 2:26 pm
She shouldn’t be here. She should be in my sister’s room, tucked away under pink ruffles, sound asleep.
Instead, she’s crawling into my lap, wrapping her slender legs around my back, kissing me with lips full of promises.
I can’t resist her. I’ve tried. She sings to me, pulls me in. Every inch of her body bringing me to life, making me whole.
It’s been too long since I’ve held her or touched her the way I need. I enter her slowly, enjoying every inch until there’s nowhere else to go. She’s full, warm, and so soft, and I can no longer hold back.
She moves as I do, opposite but the same. Back and forth, in and out, I love her with everything I have.
Our bodies dance, our eyes speak.
Our secret stays contained between the four walls of my room, the one that sits vacant while I spend sleepless nights thinking about her six hundred miles away.
It’s that spark in her eye, that twinkle as she comes apart on top of me that makes it worth it. The risk, the loneliness, the pain.
She’s waiting, will wait, until she can be mine for good.
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Wonderful. That’s what I really want to say about this one and the way it made me feel.