Out of the window lightening split the sky, thunder rattled the floor; a book sat unopened on my lap, my fingers itched along the binding stretching that moment of anticipation into an eternity; I love basking in that exhilarating charged moment, as if awaiting a present in delectable wrapping, sparkling paper, and satin bow dancing in the hot molten light slashing the sky. The wind howled, licking wildly at the windows, rain falling in buckets; this was a tempest of which even Prospero would be envious. My fingers won the battle, tucking around the edge of the cover and opening the book. There is so much to be said about that moment of rapture; my fingertips heated as they ran over the pulp, my eyes caressed the words like a failure lover; with a great fury the storm built, rocking my psyche, lightening striking charging my soul; the page glowed, the words caressed back; a white-hot searing beauty, suddenly my bones were flaccid, I began to melt; the words serving as a catalyst. Suddenly I a vapor, hanging in the air, the sky splits and the rattle shakes me to my core, exciting my spirit, I sink into the glowing page. The words greet me like missing kin, holding me close to their hearts in an engrossing hug; I rest in the knowledge of their undying love.
Then there you were.
Those words, oh those words like your lips deliciously on my skin, teeth taking loving bites of my neck, deft fingers tickling my ribs; my soul squeals with laughter twisting in the vapid mist. Oh, that tickles and taunts the words caressing me to my core leaving me breathless; he speaks in that deep crackling morning voice. Every molecule in my being confirms that it’s you… it screams with a wanting need, a search for fulfillment. Like that yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windowpanes I writhed against you, like silver smoke I nuzzled against his neck; licking my tongue into the corners of your soul, lingering on the nerves at the base of your neck. Like a rush and retreat of the surf, a rough surge we crashed together; words a bond between the two of us. We had marked time as the ages passed, you are not the air I breathe nor the scent I have ever smelled but in this world of possibilities; I know that more than just a few of the complex molecules I have dredged into my lungs had once passed through those delicious lips. You may not be the water I drink, but perhaps on its way from the heavens, though the streams, over the white rapids, into an aquifer and out of the tap; perhaps several drops had the perchance to roll down your soft cheek. You are not the ground I walk on, trudging through my petty pace from day to day, but perhaps I step on a pebble once trod upon by your graceful shoe.
This may just be my staring at black and white text hallucinating, but this is as real as anything I have ever felt. God, love me please, make it last; move through me slowly… softly; hold me tight so I might savour it. Move softly darling against me, whisper and lament, fill me with feelings, with words; good god, let your fingers slide deliciously, let your flavour linger on my lips; let the blush of your passion stain my skin; the feel of your pulse echo. For the moment, I want, I need to live, I don’t want safe, I don’t need protection I need you; I want rampage, and willful yearning, your kiss, your mouth, your eyes; your hands gripping, tangling in my hair perfectly rough. Your mouth kissing me hard, taking my breath, lost completely in all that is… somethings take root in the brain and can’t let go. I know the feeling of falling, literally falling, out of control, my blood turning to rain. I fell to earth in those buckets of rain, landing in a horrible thud as the sky split and the thunder rolled; I breathed in the electricity and raged in the storm.