It was their third fight when she decided to break it. She couldn’t’
handle it anymore.
“Oh, the frustration is unbearable”, she said.
They dated
for 4 months and only after breaking up she has realized how emotionally and
sexually numb she was.
She always says, “love me as if I will not be here
tomorrow. This is how love should be, it should never cease, it should never
become routine”.
There wasn’t love apparently, only tears, lots of them.
When you are with someone and your bodies speak more than your
vocal cords do, doesn’t it feel like you are in the middle of a burning fire?
The energy, his eyes, the warmth of his body sets you inside a flame. You just
want to be touched, felt, passionately kissed. You wish you were raped by him
right now. You want to be ravished by this man in front of you. That is how she
felt towards that guy. That guy revived her. He was her home, full of
decorations and sweetness which was her saving breath, a second from death. His
smell, his tongue and the way he moved it all the way up her neck, close to her
ear so she could consume his breathing sound so strongly, she felt his soul in
her.
“Kiss me, don’t stop” she buried her nails in his back.
He
didn’t feel any pain but her throbbing heart.
She couldn’t sleep that night, she was laughing to herself,
smiling nonstop. His eyes won’t get off her mind. This light brown melted her.
All she did that night was recalling his touch. His hands in her hair, stroking
it while her head is on his chest, praying this moment will never end. When she
was on top of him, he felt so helpless asking her to stop so they don’t get too
far, crossing boundaries. But she wanted him to touch every piece of her body.
“I am begging you, just a little,” she said, and he kissed her
even harder.
The palm of his hands holding her face, making her his. There
wasn’t enough oxygen in that room for the both of them, so they inhaled each
other.
