haunting be that which, cannot be
...she could not help but, be lost in the serenity and haunting thought of what it would be like to have him once again, walking through her door . His was a mannerism undemanding yet all-encompassing. The instant he entered her space she could feel his need and desire of her...it was so drawing, desiring of her to drown into him. And she did. A hug, although not clinging, possessed enough pressure in the arms, telling of their need to hold on a few seconds longer, inhaling each others passion.
She loved the gentleness of his surrender, his certainty in revealing that he needed to devour her, those little moans as he pressed himself against her. And every time they met, the intensity of each others needs barred any slow continued sex-sensual progression that always knew to end up in an animalistic feasting of each others bodies.
Animalistic in the best of ways for, it would start, with the rekindling and familiarising of each others mind and body and sensual spirit.
His travelling breathe in the small of her neck, the inhaling and kissing of her breasts and slight nibble of her hard nipples...his hands possessive on her hips...thumbs gently pressing into the softness beside her hips.
She did not care to hide the effect he had on her but, joined him in the pleasurable search of his most erogenous bodily spots...always discovering something new in each other.
The world knew to come to a standstill for that period of a selfish lovers conquer, tasting each others sweat, coital wetness, an intoxicating scent of two bodies so in sync, each in control of the others mind, allowing no other realities to intrude.
And when their gaze would meet...the depth of loss and surrender to lustful sincerity, would make them grind harder and harder into each other....no matter what...each wanting more from the other.
It never seemed to be enough...it never was enough.
How haunting be the desire of a lover imagined...
RB.
Imagine if the lover imagined were to become carnate. An all-consuming Siren call that Odysseus himself could not escape. But what then? Would reality realise the expectations or fall short? Perchance in another life granted them, the two could come together as unimpeded soulmates.
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