by Merdy Feb 3, 2012
category :
Love, romance /
secret love
.You helped me off the dance floor in your Parisian designer dress last night, and we walked out together under the stars. We stood to watch leisurely waves pulse against the dark beach. I embraced you and felt my hand move slowly from your waist toward your breast. you used your soft warmth to make me a silent promise, as your supple body aroused me. I had thought I was tired of the tedious process of moving from strangeness to intimacy, but you were the one who taught me there Is no such process. Either a man and a woman are familiar as soon as they meet, or they are destined to remain strangers. After you had seen enough of the ocean that morning, you began to peel off your Parisian dress. A cool ocean wind had reddened your cheeks, as though the natural color finally dared to peek through the pores of your skin. I wanted to kiss you, just for that, and if you had let me, we might have been closer. But you were to proud, you wanted to be upset |