It’s been so long…
Since I’ve done some of the most wonderful things I can picture.
I miss so very much about being with someone besides myself.
Cuddling is so very comforting.
Warm and Safe. Happy. At home is anywhere when it’s with someone special.
Sharing the things that mean something.
Food, places, people, and dreams.
This is when we learn. Not only some of what makes them who they are, but who we are too.
We find new things that we’ll never forget.
We’ll find food that we’d wished we’d know of.
We’ll go places we could of never found alone.
and our dreams will evolve into something much more beautiful than anything we could create alone.
Oh how I’d like to experience something new.
To be shared to a corner of the world unknown to me.
Introduced to people, to a life, to a family.
Holding hands..
As we walk.
In the car.
Sitting besides each other.
As we pull each other closer.
When we’re scared.
When we’re happy.
When we’d like to show who it is that we run to.
To show they aren’t for anyone else.
“Mine”. I understand you can’t own someone. But we can agree to be each others and no one else. I doubt I could share. I’m far too jealous. Too insecure. I’d feel like I wasn’t good enough.
I mean unless they needed someone of the opposite sex than myself. Then I wouldn’t. I simply don’t have those parts.
Kissing ignites the spark of passion.
Lust is born and quickly takes control.
The physical actions from this point on are something of instinct.
Barely controllable. However so very natural.
But its the kiss I miss the most.
Not only in the intimacy but each and every single kiss on its own.
The hello and goodbyes.
The ones accompanied by a smile and a false insult.
The Sex.
Discovering what makes them moan.
The orgasmic release of all that pent up sexual frustration.
Finding and fulfilling sexual fantasies.
Rough. Gentle. Intimate. Spontaneous. Truly an act of pure passion.
To do so with only the intent to bring pleasure to the other.
Personally I want the high score. I want to be the one to make them gasp for the next breath.
To experience as many Orgasms as possible. Both consecutively and simultaneously.
I want to fulfill every need and desire. Within reason. I’m not too comfortable with every fetish this world has created. But that’s something to be discussed.
And Those words.
I Love you…
I know they lose their meaning.
They’re often used incorrectly and awfully too much. Not always intentionally however.
I don’t believe we know when its time for us to use them at first.
We try and believe, but are more likely to do so by mistake.
But when we finally do find the person we’d like to speak those words to each day.
I’d like to believe they feel different when they leave our lips.
That they feel different when we hear them from that special someone.
To be weak and vulnerable.
Guard down, and defenseless.
Like a dog on its back. Waiting for the tummy rub of a lifetime.
I’d like to feel their nails dragged across the skin on my back.
Nothing seems to compare when it comes to relaxation.
To be truly at ease.
My grandmother, My mother, and everyone I’ve ever dated has discovered who i am by simply playing one game.
They start simple. A shape. A letter.
It becomes more and more complex in time.
I become unhindered.
We continue to play…
They draw and create.
I guess and with eyes closed their drawings come to life on the insides of my eyelids.
Animals, Vehicles, Words, and Wonders.
They start to take advantage at this point.
I’m fine with it. In fact it might be why I enjoy it so.
They start to draw with intent.
The Words are now full sentences.
The shapes have gone, as well as the many other simply drawn creations.
They exert more pressure. Most likely by request.
They’re diving deeper into who I am.
The Sentences are questioning everything.
Interrogating me like a suspected criminal.
And in this moment there isn’t a secret I could keep.
This is the moment I miss the most.
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