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Craving the Far Shore of You
When I look at you, the world feels full of possibilities.
I tell myself I don’t need you — but then you capture me with a glimpse and I’m lost anew. Your dark eyes show depths I could drown in if I’m not careful. It’s always been like this, ever since that first day.
Once every few weeks, you grace my bed with your presence. Sometimes I take my time and just let my eyes linger over your curves, hidden yet accentuated by the lace underthings you wear. Your smile is a bloom upon your face. I never know how that mouth will accept me. Sometimes your kiss is hungry, wild, untamed while other times you just nip at my bottom lip, a challenge I understand in the rush of blood to my head.
I don’t push you back onto the bed, prone and ready to receive me; no, you sink back luxuriously, your arms stretched over your head, your legs parted in just the way we’ve perfected in recent months. I try not to take you too fast but let my mouth press to those secret places that make your breaths come in quiet gasps that, even now, you try to stifle.
Yet even in these moments, where our limbs curve across the sheets, I can feel the wall between us threaten to ruin the moment. No words of love have passed between us — you think you’re above them, and I’m too afraid to voice them — but I want to believe…
