The Only Star In His Sky

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

i am small...and needy

i didn't want to get out of bed this morning because i was submerged in his scent on my sheets.

i didn't want to move. didn't want to wake. didn't want to live without it near me.

i just wanted to sink into the warmth and the scent and the memory of his brown skin sprawled arcross my red satin sheets as he held me in his arms and kissed my face.

such peace. such beauty. such love.

i sank deeper and thought of his smile and tingled with rememberence of his touch and with every fiber of my being i ached for him to be there with me. i wanted to hold him close and taste his skin and laugh at one of our ridiculous conversations. i wanted him to be there to fill my ears with his voice, fill my chasm with his erection, fill my heart with his love. this morning i would have sold my soul to hear him call me beloved.

this morning, in that cavern between sleep and awake, i was more in love with him than ever...and i was so happy...so fulfilled...so at peace...

and then i woke up

and life had to fuck it all to hell.

Posted by Heartbroken at 8:47 PM