that turned me on.
then your lips were on mine for just a moment. soft and fuller than expected, tasting of whiskey and nicotine, leaving me wanting. there was promise in that kiss, a hint of magic. not of tomorrows or yesterdays or confusing in-betweens, just of passion and the fire it brings.
i wanted more of those kisses. i wanted to hold you down and nibble those perfect lips. to lick and suck, touch and...
i still want you, but time and distance had their way and now is not to be. tomorrow is unknown and full of possibilities. i think this as i fall asleep to thoughts of you and your distant lips, and your hand on my hip. as mine travels to where yours should be.
such sweet fucking dreams.
