Skin to Skin

He gently stokes the skin along my neck.

He does it in a way that was never meant to be erotic

but rather like a father trying to sooth his child to sleep.

He kisses the top of my head to remind me once again that he is here.

That I am here.

It’s easy to forget every now and then.

I press my head deeper upon his chest.

Here things seem slow and calm and real.

He moves his face toward mine and grazes his lips upon my forehead.

Then my cheek,

and pauses at my lips.

He glides his finger over my mouth and I pout so we’re closer.

Sometimes skin to skin still doesn’t feel like enough.

His lips meet mine and they dance slowly,

gracefully.

In a way I didn’t think it was possible for me to move.

He tastes of the wine we had just finished

but I guess I was still craving it.

 

Mirror: Part Four

We finished our coffee and we kissed and his hands found their way to my waist, then my stomach, then my breasts. I inhaled sharply.

“Is this okay?” He asked gently. I nodded in response.

“I don’t want to push you.” I smiled and kissed him again. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he carried me up the stairs. He laid me on the bed and straightened himself to take his shirt off, then hovered back over my body. He peeled his large shirt over my head and kissed my neck, and down my body. He was so gentle and patient. He kissed between my thighs and my legs opened for his like a book. I gasped and I ran my fingers through his hair. When his face returned to mine I felt down his body, he was so warm in contrast to my hands. I fumbled with his belt for so long I felt like crying. I’m not sure why, I get that that feeling a lot though. He kissed my forehead and laughed.

“It’s okay.” And he helped undress himself. When I felt him inside me again it all felt new, but it was still beautiful, we breathed deeply together, I pushed against him to try and place myself on top. He turned and held my hips so we never even had to separate our bodies, but I got up so I could face away from him. I was slower than he normally liked but I was still getting my rhythm back and I knew he understood, when I opened my eyes I found myself facing the mirror once again. I was the same girl I was that morning but I looked more alive, and it looked like I was dancing.

I miss the dancing.

What It’s Not

Love isn’t always someone gently kissing you at the end of the night.

Love isn’t always understanding why he hurt you so terribly.

Love isn’t always him begging on his knees for forgiveness.

But love is not crying yourself to sleep over a boy who only calls you at two in the morning after he has drowned his pain in a bottle.

A personal Post

I never saw myself as the type to commit. Going from one night stands and blackout drunk nights with men whose names I couldn’t recall if you asked, to spending evenings at art galleries and coffee shops, family dinners and movie marathons. Discussing upbringings and debating religious views. My romantic life has been switched upside down to something I am no longer ashamed of, and I am so grateful.

Longing

“Hold me”

I beg in my thoughts

I can’t bare the distance.

 

Though We’re only inches apart

Your lack of communication

Makes it feel so much further.

 

“Touch me”

This time its my body pleading

Not my mind.

 

I move towards you ever so slowly

My knees gently tapping at yours.

 

“Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me”

The echo in my mind won’t shut up

 

It won’t stop

I don’t know how to make it stop

But you must have heard it.

 

Because you turn at last

Your hand finds it’s way to mine

And traces designs I didn’t bother to decipher.

 

I held your hand in place,

When the voice in my mind finally stopped

Yours must have started screaming.

 

Your other hand found its way to my knee

The one you knew would make me squirm

I quiver beneath your touch

Your hand continues to explore.

 

My thighs

My hips

My stomach

You linger along the gentle curve of my breast.

 

The voice in my head noticed before I did

She was talking again

Speaking of sins only those in love should commit

But she didn’t care in the moment

Neither did I.

 

I stopped wanting him to kiss me

Because I decided to lean in and kiss him myself.

 

He brought one of my legs around

It swung so I was sitting perfectly atop his hips.

 

I learned that his voice did not reside in his mind

But beneath the fabric of his jeans

That separate him and me.

 

Oh how I wanted him

In whatever way I could have him

I simply needed to be closer.

 

My lips took home on his neck

I was never one to believe in love

But I assume people believe it in because of moments like these.

 

Our bodies yarn for one another

We press against each other

In ways I didn’t know one could move.

 

It was cold in the room

But my body felt so warm

And full of feelings for a boy I hardly knew.

 

A button from my favourite dress

Was lost in the heat of the evening.

 

Things perhaps did not go as

Smoothly as they could have

But I never would have changed a thing.

 

Because the plans I had for

This evening initially

Never could have compared to the way

It felt to sleep in your arms.

Different

I haven’t been writing like before,

The only thing that drives me to pick up a pen anymore are a few glasses of whiskey.

I haven’t been singing lately,

The way I did with you in the shower,

Maybe because I’m always on my own and things we used to do together makes me feel lonely.

I don’t sleep enough,

I only dream of you at my feet and waking up is too painful.

When you left you left your sent on my skin and I’ve scrubbed for three days straight but you just won’t disappear.

I don’t go to all my classes,

They feel too long and I’m not paying attention anyway.

I don’t paint,

I always find my way to the colour of your eyes and it’s not beautiful anymore,

It’s tragic.

I don’t spend much time at home,

The walls want to know where you went and I don’t have the answer.

I forgot to eat today,

I didn’t realize until I got ill and had nothing in my system but the vodka that goes down like water these days.