I Thought About You

I Thought About You

I thought about you last night.

I thought about how I couldn't believe it was happening and how I wished it'd never end.

I Saw you.

The shape of your closed eyes as I gently bit your lower lip, the delicate strands of hair that fanned out on the pillow. I saw you and you were just as beautiful as you are now.

I Felt you.

The silken feeling of human skin under my fingers, foreign in that it wasn't mine but the connection was still there, feedback between two. The smooth line of your neck as a brushed it with my lips, tracing a path up to your face, where you were there, meeting me. Softness as we meet, and the feel of your teeth on my tongue, another new sensation. I say "lead me" and you take my hand, showing me where you are ready to share. Soft swell under my palm. I draw circles on your back.

I Hear you. I hear your murmured words, some that I understand, some that I cannot but I feel their meaning anyway. The gasps, the little sounds. I hear your breath, and how it quickens and catches, a sound that haunts me still.

I Taste you. Impossible to describe. Words fail, paling in meaning before feeling. I breath in your breath as you breath out, the connection something greater then I can understand, want to understand. I am filled with you. Not enough of me, I can't be everywhere at once, but I want to kiss you allwhere, fromwhere, towhere. I hold you in my arms and gently nibble on your earlobe, every twitch you give me a gift that takes and turns me, grips and shakes me. I lived for you that night and I will for you again.

Untill then.

I think about you again tonight.