12 Apr 2012

kiss


Do you remember how my lips taste? I could write a sonnet on how your lips taste, how the anticipation of the touch sends jitters down my spine…for I’d languish and resurrect in the few seconds that lead to you. Do you remember the rhythm of the breaths? Music when in silence you and I are enveloped in each other.

Do you remember the way you look looking at me? oh, but how would you? that look is forever mine.  

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you know it is a block when you feel it like your skin and all you can do is fumble up a few words.

5 comments:

  1. Stephen kissed her in the spring,
    Robin in the fall,
    But Colin only looked at her
    And never kissed at all.

    Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
    Robin’s lost in play,
    But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
    Haunts her night and day.”

    ― Adapted from Sara Teasdale


    I'm getting repetitive, I know. But I felt I've read you in this mood before too =)

    Truly,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  2. i jittered too.. ur words are so very real

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  3. This was so real and intimate.... Sigh !

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