at the very least, you could have warned me given me some indication that rolling my tongue along the length of you was something i would immediately compare to licking the most silken of sherbert from my own finger you could have given me a heads up that i would taste myself on your skin before you ever actually entered me and that sensation of spiritual familiarity would make your frame feel like home you couldn’t have alluded to the fact that, when we are alone, and intertwined that the sliding of your vein along the ridged walls of “mine” would make me THAT acutely aware of every nerve ending i possess? soooooo, you just decided not to tell me that loving you would make me a mess? that even when you’re not physically around there is not a solitary moment to be found when the thought of you is not echoing in my subconscious? didn’t feel it necessary to share that, huh? that you would manifest as my grunt and my groan the laughter within my moan that you had the power to inspire the shiver and also serve as the elixir when i become ill thinking about time wasted with any man who wasn’t you baby, context clues…hints, anything that you could do to ready me for how you’d take my soul captive for how any past statement i made about love would have to be immediately retracted because you’ve granted me an entirely new definition and if you weren’t the one to give me a heads up about you i wish the universe would have granted me a premonition hell, it could have come from anyone, i swear i would have listened maybe then i wouldn’t be so overwhelmed by your touch your words your kiss you couldn’t have told me something??? i would have appreciated it, even while understanding that there’s nothing in any text ever written, or words spoken that could have fully prepared me for this. TERRI! 5/31/14
Posted on: Sat, 31 May 2014 21:42:18 +0000
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