Friday, June 15, 2012

Something Similar To Love

Something Similar To Love

He wanted to penetrate me and I wanted to stimulate him.

The way he enticed me with his eyes, the sight of his eyes traveling from my breast to my thighs, I don’t know if he ever looked at my face, studied my beautiful make-up, the color of my lips, a seductive red, the lips I hope he wished to kiss.

But as he pulled me close, I could feel his hands traveling up and down my spine, something was taking control of his thoughts, and it wasn’t getting to know my mind.
He wanted sex. This he admitted as he helped me take off my clothes. Shorts had become my best friend lately and belly shirts became a common part of my wardrobe. I wanted to show off the sexy flat stomach before either time ran away from me or he got tired of imagining.

I wanted his attention, but I didn’t want his love. I wanted love, but I also wanted freedom. Freedom of expression, the ability to look good and say whatever anywhere, freedom of love, the ability to bond with a man to the point where our hearts were in synch, and freedom of mind, the ability to talk with that dream man about anything.
He didn’t want to be my man and I didn’t want to be his girl. During this night pleasure would be our world. I created the fantasy. We’d start on the sofa and then we’d roam to the kitchen, add some strawberries in the mix, and then we’d find our way to the room. To make the sex sweet we’d play lovers, treat each other like a newlywed couple, and create a night neither of us would forget.

And at that moment his eyes were saying it was time to reveal all, give all, get sweaty together, and maybe fall asleep in each other’s arms.  

This was inspired by Usher's IFU song. 

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