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.
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"...not of tomorrows or yesterdays or confusing in-betweens but of passion and the fire it brings."
i really like this.
Ahh so this is your "other" blog? Unless of course there is one out there that is even more sultry. You probably don't know who this is but figuring it out might give you something to do.
You'd better start posting more than once a year or I'll be sorely disappointed; I did join the "blogging community" to leave a comment on your wall and to maybe inspire you to write more knowing that you have a slightly bigger audience.
Mrreow.
hey there hatt,
i'm working on it. i recently made some changes that will hopefully allow some more time for this writing thing that i enjoy so much...
but time will only tell, so wish me luck...
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