He was different.
He was strong, where I was weak.
Strong as fire as it refused to go out against the cold breath.
Strong as guilty fear...
I was always tempted to touch something like this.
But when I saw how his back muscles move, something ignited in me.
He made me feel... life
I felt it...
us, Creating beautiful music,
My hands laid against the bed sheets
Grasping anything that I could grab onto, before he took me to his world.
He wanted me to grab on, but I wanted to embrace myself on the satin playground.
He was smooth as red velvet and warm as the sky painted red and orange.
He dug himself in me, and I couldn't help to grab onto him.
Wrap my hands around his waist, clinch my thighs against his torso.
I was afraid, this is something new for me.
I allowed him to enter me.
My hands explored what his back was doing.
I felt every contraction from his muscle.
I love the way it feels when his back muscles were moving.
With every thrust, creating beautiful imagery, I felt his every move.
My body jerks with every touch, can't help but to dig my nails in his back.
With every pull and push, I carve my initals in his back,
Your teeth marks on my neck, my shortness of breath.
I felt it, every crack of each bone
Every soft caress, warm tingle, light kiss.
This moment of you reaching your peak
holding my body like a conversation
Articulating every aspect of my body language
Caressing and squeezing every metaphor, simile and alliteration coming out of my mouth
It was as
Today, I was his motivation, because I don't feel like legs.
We lay here, just frozen in time, but this time I drew blood.
He is my strength and secretly I am his weakness, will he ever know?