We meet up again Friday night... another rendezvous in the books. You make it seem as though I'm begging you, when it is you who wants it more.
As it always is, it was an amazing night. Our puzzled bodies reconnect -- all the torn and jagged edges come together perfectly. Our bodies move to the rhythm of an old song - the kind that takes you back to a time and a feeling.
You whisper things in my ear, notty things that make my skin feel alive. From the top of my head, all the way down to my toes...
Your arms around me as my face is buried in your chest, we rest for a moment, catching our breath as our hearts pound and our chests rise.
The next day after having parted for the night, you tell me that I should stay all night into morning. You say this to me all the time. How can I tell you why I don't stay. And when will you tell me why you want it that way?
We are both not saying what we want to say. It is these unspoken truths that only our eyes dare speak.
I can still feel your lips on my own.
9:07 a.m. - 2021-03-15
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