Desire

I had my eyes on her for a long time. Honestly, I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I said that I’d even had dreams of having her and fantasized about the possibility a thousand times.


I’d been on a break for a long time and I was sure that it would require something out of this world to get me back to do it again, and she was, well, perfect and undoubtedly the most beautiful thing I’d seen in a long time. My desire to have her was only accentuated by the fact that I couldn’t; but that day, I felt that she was mine. Finally.

She sparkled in the light, so perfect yet completely unaware of the effect that she had on people around her and today she seemed to feel the same way about me.

Although she didn’t say a word, I could sense that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She seemed to call out to me to touch her, hold her, feel her and the temptation was getting stronger by the minute, until it almost became a physical force, something I just couldn’t handle anymore. I gave in and reached out to touch her for the first time. It felt so magical, almost heavenly and most importantly, so right. I could sense a shudder run through her as I did that, which only made me grasp her tighter.

I’d played this moment over and over in my head, so many times, that the entire experience seemed almost unreal, like a dream, but I didn’t want to snap out of it, at any cost.

It was smooth and wild, in the perfect portions. I have to agree that it got really sweaty at times, but none of us seemed to be complaining. What started out as a smooth and gentle movement together turned into a blur of urgency and frenzy in no time.

We were both insatiable and just couldn’t get enough of each other. With every move, I could feel closer and more connected to her, like we were always meant to be together and what was happening, was always meant to happen.

I finally had to let go of her. My mind seemed to tell me that it had been hours since I’d been with her, but my heart told me that it had been just moments – definitely some of the most precious moments of my life. It had been a breathtaking, once-in-a-lifetime experience.

With a heavy heart and trembling fingers, I put that beautiful pen back into the shelf and walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Writing all night can definitely get you very tired.