THOUGHTS OF AN INSOMNIAC

[ichie_izanami]

 I wrote this one on my cell phone one late night/early morning when I couldn't sleep.  I was deep in thought about someone.  Some of you can probably guess who.

Cool air caresses my body as I lie here in the dark.  Waiting.  For what? I do not know.

Perhaps the warmth of skin pressed to mine.  Hot breath in my ear.  Moist lips on my neck.

No words, just sounds.  The melody of the music.  The whoosh of the fan.  The soft moans.

Hand on my hip.  Fingers tugging and rubbing.  A hardness making itself known.

The saltiness of skin.  The milkiness of a pearl lifted on the tip of the tongue.  The tanginess of sweet nectar flowing.

Lips grazing across sensitive skin.  Nails claw down my back.  Teeth sharp on inner thigh.

The smell of skin, floral and soap.  The whiff of after shave.  The scent of arousal strong.

Emptiness filled, again and again.  Soft enveloping warmth clinging.  Strong legs pulling you in, more and more.

The slow ascent to the precipice.  The driving need, faster and faster.  The long screaming descent.

Only now does one word ring in the night...

MINE