What is this force that pushes me closer to him? As much as I run, as much as I hide my true feelings, at the end as I gaze into his beautiful eyes, I feel myself more and more drawn to him. To every smile he casts upon me, my heart responds with fast beats, so fast that sometimes I am afraid he will feel it bouncing in my chest. I had thought myself immune against those feelings, as they have led me to this state I'm in, as they have pushed me to build the walls. Now the same feelings are shattering those walls. And as he walks closer, I freeze, even words don't seem to want to come out. My mind and heart confront each other: to stay or walk away! But still my legs do not wish to move, so I guess the heart is at advantage this time. No matter how much she hides it, in a way I can sense her heart beating, how strange, but somehow there is a deep connection between this woman and I, a connection that pushed me - even at times, when I despised her - to want to hug her, to want to kiss her, because I knew all her needs, I knew how to save her. At least I wanted myself to think so. And as I come closer, I can see the desire in her eyes, a mixture of fear too. I can sense her body's temperature rise, as my hand caresses her arm, and smell her perfume, or is it her natural scent? This woman has everything to make me go wild. From her wild, free, soul, to her stubborn mind, to her eyes, fixed on mine, and that is what I like, the fact that she never draws back. I try to be apathetic to his touch, but to no use, his hand against my skin electrifies me, and he can sense that, I can see it in his eyes. He leans closer, my heart is pounding, and my legs don't seem to be able to hold me any longer.When did I become this weak? Never had my body responded in such a way to any man. His lips brush against mine, sweet, sweet, is all I can think of. I let out a groan, and his kiss became deeper, knowing the effect it had on me. All this with only a kiss, when did I allow myself to become so attached? His hands move around my back, this is torture, sweet torture, heavenly torture. I never want him to stop. I taste her lips, caressing her body. I memorize every inch, oh the nights I had spent dreaming about a moment like this, and here she was in my arms in surrender. She had opened herself to me by letting me come closer, by letting me taste, touch, smell her. I pull my lips slightly away to breath, to look her in the eyes, those enchanting eyes, so deep. His lips are no longer pressed against mine, I open my eyes as he brushes his hand against my face, looking into my eyes, I smile. Our eyes have a language of their own, our bodies have a language of their own. And he pulls me again into a passionate kiss. So I give in, handing him my heart, drowning in this passionate moment as his arms lift me. I read her eyes, her heart, and within the kiss I found her desire, the same desire I was sure she could read in my every touch, so I lift her, her lips still caressing mine, her hand pressed on my cheek, softly she put her head on my shoulder, as I lead us into her room. A nod was all I gave him to let him know I was fine with the path that we seemed to be taking, as he laid me on my sheets, for once I felt love and care and satisfaction, all translated in his touch and kisses, so soft. His eyes were glowing, like I had never seen before, and his face seemed so relaxed, so happy. I was giving him something, I was sharing with him a feeling, I could sense it made him feel special. After all ... he was. A slave I was in her arms, and so was she in mine. But at the end we were both slaves of passion and love, and in the darkness of her room, I transmit to her all the feelings that inhabited my heart since the first day I saw her. She pulled me from my hell, saved me from my evil possessions, and with time I only hope to do the same . |
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