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Distance means more than being apart ~ living can create chasms memories need to bridge. |
the hunger to be touched burns inside me like never before. living right now, feeling so fragile, all my pieces could fly away at the slightest sideways glance for the want of the sensation that my body is still real. memories cascade at unexpected moments - tortures of intoxicating sensuousness visiting themselves upon heightened senses, soul harpies taunting with the distance of echoes. fingers caressing my neck right now would be welcome. sensation of tips rippling away from my ear, gliding down the turning of my throat to drift over the hollows of collarbones that lead to the slide down the curve of my breast with knowledgeable fingers cupping my roundness, weighing the futures of their possible pleasures. stretching and purring like a satiated cat was my usual response at being stroked into mindless feline mindset where all that mattered was the scratching of fingers down the length of me. teeth that tugged at my earlobe and nibbled their way anywhere else that they chose, sometimes gripping my lip to almost pain and then the slow lick of the tongue sweeping my silenced mouth. fingers that surged over the plains and valleys of my most sacred body ripe with loving, touching points of intimacy that lovers discover by accident and to their delight, leading to the trailing trickle between my thighs that would reduce me to sighs and cries of the most pleasured kind. the lava trail a hot mouth would leave behind when I was tongue teased until all tides surged forth taking me down to drown amongst the mermaids that wound themselves around me in fierce embrace my bones grow lean with the lack of being held - it was part of what tied me together and now nothing is connected. i want to move with the fluid suppleness of salmon writhing through the seas drawn by a call they cannot resist as I am. |