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cold warmth
Ever felt cold warmth?
Placed your head upon his chest and felt the heat from his body merge with yours,
feeling like your wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and pure bliss till you begin to search within yourself only to find a cold soul void of emotion only seeking to be surrounded by illusions of fulfilled lust and one day stands…
ever felt yourself crave a male touch, to place your hand on his chest and feel his heart beat, pretend for a single moment that it is beating for you.
To try and match your breathing pace to his so you inhale and exhale, breathing the same air,
pretend you are one for the moment.
Ever placed yourself in his nooks and corners,
legs tangled,
fingers intertwined,
your back to his chest as he pulls you closer,
seemingly breathing you in while you talk about random things that tell a completely different story from the body language that you both know so well.
Then there was the cold warmth, as heat spread through your body, burning you up. In the mist of that inferno was a glacier that refused to melt.
There were no questions about insecurities or decisions that had to be made, it was just the need to have a male specie close, not cuddle but to feel…to reach into one’s self and have that vixen awaken, to talk and learn, share experiences and memories, no commitment nor day stands.
Just moments that leave us feeling slightly alive and burning with need to live just a bit more.
Ever feel his hands on you? Searching for knots to loosen and bolts to tighten, it’s the pain that brings about the pleasure as he rubs his thumbs in circles on your back, finding places that hurt and making them better.
It’s the comfortable weight that sits upon you, the sound of his voice that lures you to sleep yet keeps you awake on the edge of uncertainty. The way his hands know where to look to find what to fix how his fingers trace lines on your skin sending shivers to spines and thoughts to minds as they pull you closer and move lower.
The feeling of his male hood throbbing not enough to be worried just enough to feel something and maybe even want more to find the breaking points to set limits .
*moments with some guy i am physically attracted to*
Placed your head upon his chest and felt the heat from his body merge with yours,
feeling like your wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and pure bliss till you begin to search within yourself only to find a cold soul void of emotion only seeking to be surrounded by illusions of fulfilled lust and one day stands…
ever felt yourself crave a male touch, to place your hand on his chest and feel his heart beat, pretend for a single moment that it is beating for you.
To try and match your breathing pace to his so you inhale and exhale, breathing the same air,
pretend you are one for the moment.
Ever placed yourself in his nooks and corners,
legs tangled,
fingers intertwined,
your back to his chest as he pulls you closer,
seemingly breathing you in while you talk about random things that tell a completely different story from the body language that you both know so well.
Then there was the cold warmth, as heat spread through your body, burning you up. In the mist of that inferno was a glacier that refused to melt.
There were no questions about insecurities or decisions that had to be made, it was just the need to have a male specie close, not cuddle but to feel…to reach into one’s self and have that vixen awaken, to talk and learn, share experiences and memories, no commitment nor day stands.
Just moments that leave us feeling slightly alive and burning with need to live just a bit more.
Ever feel his hands on you? Searching for knots to loosen and bolts to tighten, it’s the pain that brings about the pleasure as he rubs his thumbs in circles on your back, finding places that hurt and making them better.
It’s the comfortable weight that sits upon you, the sound of his voice that lures you to sleep yet keeps you awake on the edge of uncertainty. The way his hands know where to look to find what to fix how his fingers trace lines on your skin sending shivers to spines and thoughts to minds as they pull you closer and move lower.
The feeling of his male hood throbbing not enough to be worried just enough to feel something and maybe even want more to find the breaking points to set limits .
*moments with some guy i am physically attracted to*
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