I miss the sound of your heart beat. I would place my ear against your chest and could hear the soft beat that lifted me and helped my soul breathe. It reminded me that you were real...reminded me that the sweet rhythm I heard and felt was more than just my projection...more than my opinion. It woke me up...the soft pound woke me up from what I thought I knew about you. For one moment, all that existed was me and your heart...I felt so close to your life...closer than ever before. A single beat....sigh*...a beat that was the warmth in my wintered existence. All that existed was your heart beat...and the most important thing in the world for that brief moment was that it didn't stop. It couldn't stop. I didn't want it to stop. I needed it to keep going...I was addicted to your soft beat...I needed it...how could something have the kind of power? How could it remind me that you were something so real...yet so fragile. I miss the sound of your heart beat. So very much. I couldn't feel mine during those times because my heart beat didn't matter...because for all I cared...during that moment...your heart beat was more important than mine...
Appreciate and breathe them in. Find the soft lines in their face...see how they smile...smell their skin and map out every part of their body so that you can draw it out of memory. Seduce her mind and her body will follow. Speak to her soul and she will fall into your arms. Whisper poetry into her ear and listen for her to rhyme with you. Foreplay starts from the moment you wake up, soft motions, playful fun, and deep filling of her scent. Make her smile. Make her sigh. Make her giggle. Make her fight. Make her bite. Make her want to eat you up because you want taste her as well. Meet her where she wants to be held and she will squeeze life into you....I promise.
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