I can feel love pouring out from your skin,
feel it pulsate with every sharp take of breath between your teeth
between my bottom lip and yours, trembling with anticipation
"slow down..."
You're gasping, fingers sliding down my sides,
engraving the memory of your touch and mine into flesh.
"i can't...no more..."
How do I tell you that I want you to stop,
without wanting you to stop
It's hard for me too,
I'm overflowing.
*hugs*
ReplyDelete... really really hard and getting more difficult by the day :( Yikes!
ReplyDelete... But will manage... somehow, so don't worry :P
ReplyDeleteMy impetuous nature is sometimes my undoing...
ReplyDeleteI wish I hadn't written anything...
But if I had, then maybe this... something I found on the net which is rather lovely:
Dear friends in Japan, As we contemplate the great number of people who have died in this tragedy, we may feel very strongly that we ourselves, in some part or manner, also have died. The pain of one part of humankind is the pain of the whole of human...kind. And the human species and the planet Earth are one body. What happens to one part of the body happens to the whole body. An event such as this reminds us of the impermanent nature of our lives. It helps us remember that what's most important is to love each other, to be there for each other, and to treasure each moment we have that we are alive. This is the best that we can do for those who have died: we can live in such a way that they continue, beautifully, in us. Here in France and at our practice centers all over the world, our brothers and sisters will continue to chant for you, sending you the energy of peace, healing and protection. Our prayers are with you. Thich Nhat Hanh