Is it so crazy that I have this intense longing burning between my thighs for mi amore? As I am sitting here I feel my estranged honeycomb gather moisture at the sinful thoughts of him that color my mind. All day today I have been in a half-grim mood; not sad parse but reminiscent bordering on mournful. I miss him. I don’t know how many times I have said this but I miss him so much and today as much as it was as usual in my heart that the pain of missing him emanated from, I also missed him physically and my body is now on fire for him and watching Charlize fuck Stuart on the idiot box is not exactly helping. Plus that incessantly annoying French music that is so romantic. Bleh.
Last night I was haunted with images of dancing with him and of hot pursuit of hands wanting to reach underneath clothing and to feel skin on skin. I breathe in deeply and I almost breathe him, the scent of him in; I feel that he is just within reach that if I just reached out a little I would touch him. Without closing my eyes I feel him, I feel his touch. I feel his hot kisses on my skin, raising hell from deep within me. I feel that same guttural sound rising from deep within me as I feel a mixture of fear and anticipation for the impending sweet release. I feel the same intense yearning to shout and scream out his name as I feel myself writhe in an attempt to free myself of the captivity of the hot ribbons of passion that have me tight in their grip.
Images keep coming back inside my head and I want to scream, I want to run. I want him so bad. If this is my obsession then it is about to consume me and the funny thing is that I want it to. I don’t want to be free of him. I don’t want to be free. I want to remain chained to him for eternity. I want this bondage and though the ropes have loosened I want them tight on me. And never let me go…
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