Stupid

I want so much to just put my arms around you and smell your hair and brush my lips across your neck till I reach your ear. I hold you tight and press your body against mine while I run my hands up and down your back stopping briefly at your hips. Drawing you closer while squeezing you tighter. I hear you’re breathing get faster and little inescapable vowels get free from your lips turning me on even more. I need your lips, your tongue, your breath, I need to be closer. I press tighter, my hands roam further. Slipping under bands, teasing edges, feeling more. My mouth searches, looking for any bit of skin it can find. Tasting you, exploring you, teasing even more vowels from your beautiful mouth. I can’t hold myself back any longer, elastic and fabric have no meaning anymore. I need them gone, I need to be closer. I need to feel more and taste more and hear more. I revel in the vowels raining down around me punctuated by the beat of your heart and your breath as it’s drawn in tiny gasps. I can feel your body quiver and tense as my lips pass over it. I can taste the excitement on your lips as I delve deeper. My hands reaching for your most intimate places and being welcomed. I slip inside to an audible gasp and can’t help but shudder myself. I need to know this place, I need to feel this place, I need to taste this place. My lips can’t contain themselves any longer, they search and work their way towards the source of those vowels and gasps. They find so much joy on the way and linger in those spots where I can feel your entire body succumb before reaching the source. They wander until I can’t help myself any longer and dive into the layers of ecstasy they find. Kissing and tasting and teasing until all I can feel is your entire being given over. You moan and clench and dig in to anything within reach as your body releases in waves of pure delight. I bask in the glow of your pleasure but it’s not enough. My soul is sated but my body is on fire. I drag myself from the depths of bliss. My lips still searching until I get to that beatific smile. The vowels aren’t so much vowels anymore, they are more guttural, more primal, more yearning. I can feel our bodies moving together, beyond the physical plane. It can’t be the physical plane because nothing should ever feel this good or right. I don’t know where I am anymore, all I know is that I don’t ever want this to end. I can’t hold it though, anything this intense has to be fleeting. I delay and immerse myself as deeply as I can. Drawing it out until I can’t hear any of those vowels that aren’t vowels anymore. Until I can’t conceive of anything but this moment and you. Until I can’t do anything but let go and give myself over.