Category: Writers Block
this is a little thing I wrote. thoughts?
***
Need:
Where’s the one whose fingers, at once feather light and teasing, at other times, fiery and insistent, always causing my blood to rush in my veins, pulsing liquid electricity behind my skin? The one whose touch can leave me gasping for breath and weak in the knees? The one who leaves me a mass of sated flesh, burning in that o-so good way? Teeth marks and bruised lips and tired languid joy. I have yet to find that one, that ever elusive one who can make me wet at a simple word. When I do, though, I’ll hold on for dear life. I want to feel alive. To lay on the sand, or in the grass, to look up at the sky and breathe in the sun and the air and the wind and to just, be, alive. Vibrant and living and fluid, like liquid purity I compared myself to in that one poem I wrote. I want desire to race threw me like a current from a live wire, my heart to trip over itself every time I see that one. I want my breath to catch at the sound of their voice. I want it all. I want my heart to ache and my limbs to twitch when we’re apart for too long. I, just, want.
***
Well ok then. verry good and awwww you have issues too smile hugs hugs. Good work girly
Thanks, Maria!
very good sharie. and so true for more than just you. :)
lol, thanks, Pipi!
Very good and interesting writing.
thanks!
It's nice, yes.