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I Remember

02 Mar

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I remember the taste of your lips.

The lingering aftertaste of cigarettes and toothpaste in a failed attempt to mask it. You always promised to quit but never got around to doing it. You always had a silly excuse for not doing it.

I remember the feel of your skin on mine. The warm feeling it send coursing through my blood. The desire it awoke within me. The rush of emotions i felt. The way my legs turned to mush just from the press of your stomach on mine.

I remember your hands. I always remember them. Your hands had a life of their own whenever they came in contact with my skin. Then the lights would shine brighter. Music would sound better. The birds always chirped just right when you lay your hands on me.

I remember your tongue. I get goose bumps at the thought of the trails your tongue left. I blush when I recall the fire your tongue set ablaze with the slow dance down the planes of my belly. Down there.

When you set your lips on my mound, galaxies spun fast. The stars twinkled with a colorful soundtrack. A hurricane spun and twirled with a furious passion only my heartbeat could match. A storm brew at the sea with a rage that only my desire could compare to. The wind howled uprooting trees in its wake.

When you set your mouth on my sex, the world as it is came to a grinding halt. And then you set it ablaze with the slow trails you made. Then a fire that couldn’t be put out got lit by the soft bites you made soothing them with kisses.
Then my moans would spur you on and you’d make love to me with just the rage in your eyes. The look you had then would make a German Shepherd whimper at your feet.

I remember the way you made love. Gently at first. Then with a passion that bordered on rage. My moans always made you wild. And I felt it in your thrusts. I tasted it in your savage kisses. I danced to it in the feel of your caress.
Then my body acquired a mind of its own. My back arched towards you. Strung so tight i could snap into two. My fingers dug so deep into your back. Your name on my lips over and over like a chant from a twisted cult.

When I could hold out no more…. My desire spilt out in crashing waves. Your hands tight on my hips pushing me on. And the look in your eyes always softening. And you’d pat my hair as if to say, good girl.

Yours wasn’t pretty either. You suppressed the sound of my name in a curse. And I held your shaking body in my already spent body.
Then we’d lie there in post-coital bliss.

I still remember.

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Posted by on March 2, 2015 in Erotica, Muse, Uncategorized, Writing

 

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2 responses to “I Remember

  1. seductivewritingsfromaneroticmind

    March 5, 2015 at 1:55 pm

    This is great… it made me feel like I too was re-living your memories

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  2. Carole

    March 5, 2015 at 1:59 pm

    Am glad we can remember together

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