Distrakted

You swept through my mind again today. It wasn’t a particular moment or thing that recalled the thought. It was most likely the spring breeze that teased the nape of my neck, causing me to smile ridiculously at nothing in particular.

Non-instigated, but heavenly…. Just a mental murmur, hiccup.

It’s been doing that a lot lately.

Your touch will feel so foreign to my skin once it finally lands there. How strange it seems to yearn now for something so miniscule as the sweep of two soft pieces meeting the other-- gone unnoticed previously in my mind.

Sensations and experience. Mental bubblegum definitely worth chewing; yet so much anticipation about the one thing in your life that is not solid.

I’m longing for only to have a basis for my assumptions; finality and conclusions. Questions answered and knowledge for divinity.

As the fingertips sway the flesh, so the words soothe the mind and open doors that are in succession and always bolted tight.

I’ve fantasized about how once your hands give way to temptation will they slide patiently down my neck, enveloping my shoulders… pulling down and away the straps of my tank top. Scraping against the goose pimpled flesh as you jerk it lower still, trapping my arms in it, only to be enveloped by yours.

Your lips will run soft and full on the nape of my neck, leaving a heated trail to the very point of my collarbone. I smile.

But then I’m taken to a place far beyond that. Beyond the foreplay, the reindeer games, a place where we’re sweaty and naked… Your tongue trails slowly down the small of my back and into sheer ecstasy as your grasp pulls me to your mouth.

It meets and with it comes the sensation, the fulfillment… the pinnacle moment.

Labored breathing, bodies writhing, fingers pulling for blankets…

The burst of contained sexual release, amplified with total un-abandoned satisfaction.

Hesitation as sweet as chocolate, and just as joyous as the taste of you in my mouth seals the moment. The sweet and salty mix of passion between us two is my only request at this happenstance in time…

Time which will seem to only have stood still.

And then it slips as quickly as it came. No reason why it comes and goes. But it haunts me for a fleeting moment, and then it’s gone…

Leaving me ajar and uneasy… unexpected… Unfulfilled and painful.

Why do I let it get to me?
Why does it leave me running for a dark place to find a happy place?
Why do I intend on satisfying that thought process like it’s a second mind-track?

It’s distraction people, I’m fairly certain.
Why.. WHY?

Because it’s Spring god damnit, and for fucksake this is where I get all shades of horny like it’s cool.

Seems that around April my libido says “WHHOA, Holy fuck I think I just noticed the sun’s out?” In which my pussy says “Yup, what’dya say we so some naughty type fucked up shit to Emma’s head?”

To which libido says “Fuck yes you sexy bitch, let’s play. I’ll make sure she responds to every piece of ass out there while you just stay put and look hot.”

To which pussy says “Okay, game on.”

It’s a safe bet that from now until October, things just aren’t going to be nearly the same around here.

Don't say i didn't warn ya.