//kisses like thunder
I come up behind you and trace my fingers up your back. Even if you've noticed my presence, you don't care to show it.
I haven't dressed up any different for today, it's always the same routine with everyone else for me. My hair is knotted up in a careless bun and I'm dressed up in the usual pair of shorts with a loose shirt hanging clumsily from my sides. I kick off my flip flops and stealthily come behind you, anticipating what is about to happen with every passing breath.
I can feel you trembling with excitement at my touches, just like the very first time . It's always the same reaction that I ignite, and it never ceases to surprise me. You carefully lick your lips and unable to bear the built up tension anymore, I spin you to face me. I let out a breath I was unaware I was holding.
It's always me who makes the first move and thus I proceed, with shaky fingers to unbutton your shirt. I feel your soft but firm chest and it sends jolts down my spine, making me so ecstatic that I forget what I had come to you for. I take in your scent, and it momentarily makes me lightheaded.
You beckon me to go on, by pleading me to explore all of you as the leaves of the trees rustle to the evening breeze. Whenever I start losing pace, you surprise me with your words, each of which leaves me spellbound, spilling kisses like thunder on my unstable mind.
Your vanilla infused scent could keep me away from reality for eternity and you continue to amaze me, as always, although I know exactly how events are going to play out.
As I leave you along with your fellow peers in the dimly lit room, I promise myself to never forget the thrill you bring along with you.
Which is why I keep coming back to read the same novel again and again, because the pleasure of being carried away to a non-existent fantasy land by the fulfilling stories of various aspects of life is an aphrodisiac that keeps me going on.
P.S: This is entirely about a book. As if the vanilla scent wasn't a dead giveaway.
I haven't dressed up any different for today, it's always the same routine with everyone else for me. My hair is knotted up in a careless bun and I'm dressed up in the usual pair of shorts with a loose shirt hanging clumsily from my sides. I kick off my flip flops and stealthily come behind you, anticipating what is about to happen with every passing breath.
I can feel you trembling with excitement at my touches, just like the very first time . It's always the same reaction that I ignite, and it never ceases to surprise me. You carefully lick your lips and unable to bear the built up tension anymore, I spin you to face me. I let out a breath I was unaware I was holding.
It's always me who makes the first move and thus I proceed, with shaky fingers to unbutton your shirt. I feel your soft but firm chest and it sends jolts down my spine, making me so ecstatic that I forget what I had come to you for. I take in your scent, and it momentarily makes me lightheaded.
You beckon me to go on, by pleading me to explore all of you as the leaves of the trees rustle to the evening breeze. Whenever I start losing pace, you surprise me with your words, each of which leaves me spellbound, spilling kisses like thunder on my unstable mind.
Your vanilla infused scent could keep me away from reality for eternity and you continue to amaze me, as always, although I know exactly how events are going to play out.
As I leave you along with your fellow peers in the dimly lit room, I promise myself to never forget the thrill you bring along with you.
Which is why I keep coming back to read the same novel again and again, because the pleasure of being carried away to a non-existent fantasy land by the fulfilling stories of various aspects of life is an aphrodisiac that keeps me going on.
P.S: This is entirely about a book. As if the vanilla scent wasn't a dead giveaway.
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