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Damned If I do.
We were laying in bed, skin to skin, legs wrapped around one another like two puzzle pieces, determined to fit together, no matter the curvy edges.
He kisses me so softly that I am afraid I am asleep, and that he is a beautiful dream I am doomed to wake up from; cold and alone.
But I haven't woken up yet, and if it is always like this with him, God; I hope I never do.
He holds me so gently at night, when we are sleeping; as if he is worried if he holds me too tightly I might break. But then again, he's seen me break apart before.
I was so afraid when it happened, my sobs poured out from my lungs, like a mad woman mourning.
I was so sure he'd leave, that he'd be packing his bags, and that then he'd be gone. But he wasn't.
He simply held me in his arms, and let me cry; He didn't feel me up, on put my hand down his pants,
He just held me, in his arms, and waited for me to calm down, and then he did the damndest thing;
He kissed me, like how a man should kiss a woman. He kissed me, and everything melted away.
When he makes love to me, he is soft and calculated with his movements; as if I might dissolve, right above him. He kisses the parts of me that I hate the most, it used to be everywhere; but these days, it's only a few places. He knows me like the back of his hand, a map that he built from his creation alone. He is my dream come true, and I was damned from the moment I said hello; but that's okay. I'd rather be damned a mad women in love, than a mad woman in love with her own grief.
He kisses me so softly that I am afraid I am asleep, and that he is a beautiful dream I am doomed to wake up from; cold and alone.
But I haven't woken up yet, and if it is always like this with him, God; I hope I never do.
He holds me so gently at night, when we are sleeping; as if he is worried if he holds me too tightly I might break. But then again, he's seen me break apart before.
I was so afraid when it happened, my sobs poured out from my lungs, like a mad woman mourning.
I was so sure he'd leave, that he'd be packing his bags, and that then he'd be gone. But he wasn't.
He simply held me in his arms, and let me cry; He didn't feel me up, on put my hand down his pants,
He just held me, in his arms, and waited for me to calm down, and then he did the damndest thing;
He kissed me, like how a man should kiss a woman. He kissed me, and everything melted away.
When he makes love to me, he is soft and calculated with his movements; as if I might dissolve, right above him. He kisses the parts of me that I hate the most, it used to be everywhere; but these days, it's only a few places. He knows me like the back of his hand, a map that he built from his creation alone. He is my dream come true, and I was damned from the moment I said hello; but that's okay. I'd rather be damned a mad women in love, than a mad woman in love with her own grief.
Published 17th Feb 2025
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17th Feb 2025 6:19am
That's really sweet. It sounds like you've found someone who really gets you, and who treats you with real care. That's a good thing.
17th Feb 2025 11:19pm
You've written an arousing summary of your relationship in personal terms. He's a fortunate guy, that's for sure. To feel that warm skin and delicate lips....I envy him.
