by
Poetdiva

I
I know you. I've see you somewhere before. Was it in my dreams or in reality? Maybe it was a dream, because I always see you in parts. . . or am I seeing you whole and choosing the parts I wish to remember? Yes, yes, now I must believe that you are a reoccurring dream because I am always seeing? . . . remembering? . . . no, visualizing the same frozen moment in my mind: my hands upon your body, trying to become a part of your body, while the soft and gentle strokes of my fingertips seek the parts of you that the sunlight rarely gets a chance to shine on. Full crimson? . . . coffee? . . . no, no. . . earth-toned, natural lips introduce themselves to your secret erogenous zones. My warm and enticing breath carries arousing whispers of sexual euphoria into your accepting ears, as I carefully decide which region of you will get to enjoy the soft, delicate tip of my tongue.


II
Am I being too physically forward? Perhaps that explains why I am only seeing you in one particular moment. Because seeing you whole would require me to break this uncanny cycle of deja vu and actually make contact with you. So, yes, I would need . . . need . . . is my need to touch you stronger than my desire to feel you? . . . as I was saying, my need to touch you would be solely based upon whether you are a never-ending dream or a non-existing reality that I created; hoping, hoping that you will become my reality. Yes, yes I know you all too well, but do I dare touch you and allow you to know me? To know that physical pleasure is only a small piece of my entire pie, but a very important piece. Yes, I would indulge in my craving for you, even before your eyes could ask me to. I would do everything I dreamed of and maybe a little bit more. But all of this is just the icing on the cake. I want the cake and a whole lot more.


III
I do dare myself to be so bold as to reach out and touch you and make this deja vu come to an end. Where do you stand mentally? emotionally? and spiritually? I ask myself these questions after my inexplicable, chance-happening of you. I dare not lie and say I don't want to know you from the outside-in and inside-out. However, I do confess it is your outside appearance that draws me to you; but it is your inner mystery that keeps me a slave to the wonderful deja vues that contain only you. Look my way and give me your hand. I desperately desire for you to be my reality. Mine to smell. Mine to taste. Mine to feel and absorb every sensation that travels through your body. I'm touching you and hoping that you will allow me to make love to you, now that you are my reality. . . . concrete, not abstract. I deeply inhale the bittersweet aroma that is emitting from the pores in your skin. I could just lose myself in that aroma for eternity; simply floating in a sea of tranquility.


IV
My god, your image is driving me slowly insane. I want so very much to have you in my arms, covering you with strategically placed kisses, while I feel your heart beating faster with each touch. Frustration . . . sexually charged . . . keeps my appetite for you growing more intense a every chance that I am not feeling your skin between my hands and upon my fingertips. I close my eyes trying to picture you in front of me holding a single white rose in your delicate hands mouthing? . . . calling? . . . whispering my name so that that I willingly come to you and give my response to your command. Please call my name again and again, so that I can listen to your angelic voice pronounce each syllable; laced with such a sweet, seductive and sexual tone that renders me helpless in your web of intense satisfaction. Oh, for your head to be between my hands, as I gaze into your eyes, enjoying the taste of your lips against mine . . . . . I would gladly walk to the end of the world. . . twice. Damn, damn, damn I want so badly to taste you, as if you were an expensive, vintage wine slowly rolling around my tongue, teasing my hunger for just another sip of perfection.


V
Yes, yes you are now my reality and I will participate in every moment of ecstasy that you experience. I want to be the one that you grab during climaxes as I administer oral pleasure for you? . . . no, no, hell no . . . on you and in you. I want to hear my name rolling off the tip of your tongue during deep sighs and long moans. I want to have the hips you hold tightly when you want to control my exact movements. I need to be the only experience that makes you secretly and sinfully smile when you're alone or in the company of others who try to figure out what happy thought just ran across your mind. I need to be as real to you as you are to me; because once you become the one that I'm waiting to explore, there will be no turning back. It will be a point-by-point fantasy that either one of us would be too embarrassed to share with our closest of close friends. And my shyness that was apparent in the beginning disappears as I step up to the event that is about occur. And please do not be offended if I become so involved with pleasing you that I forget to ask you what you want me to do; I'm just a volcano waiting to erupt.


VI
Come, come closer to me so I can feel your breath glide across my ear. These arms, my arms, wrap themselves around your waist as I kiss each nipple and rest my head against your chest and listen to the fluctuating rhythm of your heartbeat. Warm, moist flesh against flesh compliments the readiness that is being shared between us. Your natural scent fills my nose while I slowly kiss around your navel. And I slowly spread your thighs and gently place your leg over my shoulder, while laying my head next to your island that you really want me to get acquainted with. I deeply breathe in . . . . sweet, succulent, temptation; moist from the heat off our bodies greets me while I'm inhaling for as long as my lungs allow me to keep captive this wonderful flavor I get to enjoy. Oooo, does my tongue feel as soft and delicate upon your satin-like skin as I'm really hoping it does? Cause if so, I'm hoping you'll allow me to explore you just a little bit more. Aaaahhhh, my god!!!! You are simply melting in my mouth with each lick, smack, and suck . . . against your warm, inviting inner thigh.


VII
Oooo, why did you move like that? . . . . oh, are my fingertips finding your hidden pleasure spots? Good, cause I revel at the fact I, alone, create that true expression of satisfaction that is creeping across your face. See, its not about the continuous deja vues I have, its about me finally breaking this cycle and making you the object of my seduction. To touch you. . . to taste you. . . to watch you and enjoy why I, alone, am making you feel this way. Its all about the initial, inviting touch that has made you my reality to enjoy at will, for however long you allow me to quench my thirst of you. Whisper my name, my name only. Think about what you would like me to do and ask. I will humble myself to your every request and command. Allow me to be the face in your fantasies that make you daydream when you should be working. Allow me to become the warmth that engulfs your entire body as you touch yourself in those particular spots. Allow me to become the sensation that keeps your senses wide open to detect my fragrance only . . . . . oooo, goddamn, your voice vibrating against my ears . . . . . oooo, would you mind doing that again? . . . . anyways, like I was saying, allow...no, let me...no, I am the bee drawn to your nectar that is waiting to bloom to perfection.

THE END

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