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Don't Let Go
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Touch me.
Reach out and grab a hold of me.
Don't let go.
You promised, remember?
I despair at our eventual parting,
But, I am happy to know you are here.
Your arms fold around me,
And I begin to cry.
This is it, this is what I wanted.
I am relieved, to say the least,
Yet, something fiery begins to burn in me.
Or maybe it had already been there,
A spark that was lit by you.
My head tilts back and my mouth opens slightly to take in your scent.
This is the smell I dream of.
It haunts my dreams and waking moments,
Right on the edge of tangibility,
Driving me crazy, Wanting more.
Your lips press to mine and a delicious taste pervades my mouth,
Promising me Psychotic Bliss as you take me to that height only your kisses can take me to.
My arms wrap around your neck,
My physical command. Do Not Pull Back.
Mine, the word is a hungry fluid pouring through my veins along with Yes, More, and Perfect.
But these words are overpowered by what I feel happening.
My body is responding to one primitive word ingrained into our souls, pressing to you tightly.
Mate.
Soul Mates.
Two of the most imperfect beings, being one perfect being together.
The relief I felt before is long gone.
It is replaced by the want to have you.
All of you.
Skin to skin.
Breath to breath.
Beat to beat.
You pull back And I see mirrored in your eyes my....
What is it? Ah, yes. Hunger.
You are the bread to my starving body.
"Again," I whisper.
The fire is still there, burning violently through my body.
It won't ever go away, will it? I think.
"No, it won't," you whisper into my skin.
Reach out and grab a hold of me.
Don't let go.
You promised, remember?
I despair at our eventual parting,
But, I am happy to know you are here.
Your arms fold around me,
And I begin to cry.
This is it, this is what I wanted.
I am relieved, to say the least,
Yet, something fiery begins to burn in me.
Or maybe it had already been there,
A spark that was lit by you.
My head tilts back and my mouth opens slightly to take in your scent.
This is the smell I dream of.
It haunts my dreams and waking moments,
Right on the edge of tangibility,
Driving me crazy, Wanting more.
Your lips press to mine and a delicious taste pervades my mouth,
Promising me Psychotic Bliss as you take me to that height only your kisses can take me to.
My arms wrap around your neck,
My physical command. Do Not Pull Back.
Mine, the word is a hungry fluid pouring through my veins along with Yes, More, and Perfect.
But these words are overpowered by what I feel happening.
My body is responding to one primitive word ingrained into our souls, pressing to you tightly.
Mate.
Soul Mates.
Two of the most imperfect beings, being one perfect being together.
The relief I felt before is long gone.
It is replaced by the want to have you.
All of you.
Skin to skin.
Breath to breath.
Beat to beat.
You pull back And I see mirrored in your eyes my....
What is it? Ah, yes. Hunger.
You are the bread to my starving body.
"Again," I whisper.
The fire is still there, burning violently through my body.
It won't ever go away, will it? I think.
"No, it won't," you whisper into my skin.
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