Slowly/Quickly

Boy, you shake me because you feel like the truth. Your skin is soft against my lips and your smell lulls me into waves of comfort. Hesitant smiles overcome by moments that pull me deeper into you. I want more of what I once feared. You are my only exception.

The smell of my own musk makes me need for yours as if they were two halfs of one unique scent. I see you encompassed by me, and me in turn, by you. Smoothly writhing, pushing through the other side of intensity, demanding it to overcome us both. I fear our lack of limit, the possibilities that ebb between us. Your sweetness makes me put my harshness down and I step back for I do not recognize myself. I trust your eyes more than your lips, for they tell me things you may not yet see to say. I see the best for me reflected in them and I shudder.

My hunger for you is impatient and nagging. I see something I never find... Me in love with affection and deeply affected by you.