You and me in my attic bedroom in Somerville. Green and tan striped wallpaper inexpertly hung on deeply slanted walls. Futon on the floor, the smell of warm cedar, window fan lazily stirring the air. Dust particles floating suspended in golden light that falls across the hardwood floor in a diagonal. Your eyes the bluest I have ever seen. Your skin so pale it is almost translucent. Your short hair black and curly, surprisingly silky to my touch. Your mint fresh breath against my mouth as if you could breathe for both of us. We try to stay away from each other but we are the drug the other is always craving, we are the hum in each other’s blood. You don’t tell me how you explain your absence from home and I don’t ask—you are the only thing that makes me feel alive. Your soft breasts visible under ribbed white men’s undershirt that sticks to your skin with summer sweat. You twist your fingers in the belt loops of my shorts, pulling my hips closer to yours. Our mouths always hungry, our bodies straining to meld into each other through layers of thin cotton. We are liquid fire in each other’s arms. The feel of my hands tangled in your hair, the hitch in your breath when I trace your throat with my lips. We tell ourselves that it is just kissing, that as long as our shirts and shorts are on this is not an affair. We rationalize this wildfire passion to ourselves, to each other, even when we arch our bodies into each other, even when you give me your gentle and your fierce, even when you call in the middle of the night to say that you can not stop thinking about me, that you can’t live without my apricot kiss.
Lovely and sensuous, C! This is beautiful.
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Thank you Ward– we had a writing assignment in a class I took to write about an obsession we had experienced. Clearly, I was still carrying some very vivid memories about this experience.
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Very vivid indeed. The closeness feels strongest of all
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Wow. I could feel the passion. Nice!
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Thank you.
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I think this is truly beautiful. I don’t even see this as a passionate piece, but as a love story. It made me smile.
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I’m so glad.
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I love this one!
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Thank you love
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Very vivid! Wow!
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Thank you so much
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So passionate, yet gentle.
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I’m so glad it evoked that for you
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This, Damn!!!!!!!!!!!!
But: We are liquid fire in each other’s arms.
That? HOLY SHIT!!!!! ❤
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Eric– thank you for making me smile!
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Truly fabulous!
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Thank you my friend
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Of course.😉
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❤
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Beaitiful
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Thank you.
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Beautifully expressed
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Thank you so much.
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Had to wait for my pulse to subside on that one. The words, so vivid! Memories flood back of when I was a young man and my lover and I held each other so tight I feared she would be crushed. Just incredible.
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I am happy that this resonated so strongly for you.
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What a wonderfully written account of passion and love. Thanks for posting. Xx
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
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Wow! I love this. Your imagery is incredible:)
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Thank you so much.
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Reblogged this on Raudy's Blog.
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