THE KISS
By brianne20
THE KISS –It’s a horror getting up today.I knew I would be suffering from kiss deprivation but still I listened to THAT song last night until I went to sleep and dreamed of HIM.And at the crucial moment when his lips were moving from my ear and down towards my mouth I realized how late it was and woke myself up to catch the bus, and now the fatal kiss remains against my ear the skin so hot and the hearing numb with what he didn’t do.You hear about reactions to the lack of sex – you hunger hunger hunger until it’s so long gone you must forget that persistent ache inside your stomach and it settles down like a small animal into its bed.You ignore till you forget but when it comes again that fish leap in your middle all the distance is gone you REMEMBER god how nice it feels and god how much you NEEDED THIS! and god how warm a nice big body can make you feel.Kissing is just the same.If I could I’d suck my thumb for days afterwards, I would, just to get that feeling back again.THERE WERE LIPS! ON MINE! I DID NOT IMAGINE THAT TONGUE, IT WAS THERE!!!Which forgets first, the body or the mind?Who convinces who to go back into hibernation?A few inches lower and it would have been my mouth he’d kissed, why was he so much more seductive in the dream than he ever would be in real life?Never would he kiss my ear when my lips were waiting open.I’ve been deprived all over again, don’t tell my body that I haven’t been; I’m ready for the kiss I didn’t get and oh how long it will be now till I forget again and can feel my lips unpucker of their own volition.THAT FUCKING DREAM! You awoke in me more than I am prepared to remember.How long before the numbness returns?HOW MANY MORE TIMES will I have to tell myself I’m all alone so that I can forget how nice it feels to be together? © on Nov 24 2001 01:16 PM PST 10 • 0
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"THE KISS –It’s a horror getting up today.I knew I would be suffering from kiss deprivation but still I listened to THAT song last night until I went to sleep and dreamed of HIM.And at the crucial moment when his lips were moving from my ear and down towards my mouth I realized how late it was and woke myself up to catch the bus, and now the fatal kiss remains against my ear the skin so hot and the hearing numb with what he didn’t do.You hear about reactions to the lack of sex – you hunger hunger hunger until it’s so long gone you must forget that persistent ache inside your stomach and it settles down like a small animal into its bed.You ignore till you forget but when it comes again that fish leap in your middle all the distance is gone you REMEMBER god how nice it feels and god how much you NEEDED THIS! and god how warm a nice big body can make you feel.Kissing is just the same.If I could I’d suck my thumb for days afterwards, I would, just to get that feeling back again.THERE WERE LIPS! ON MINE! I DID NOT IMAGINE THAT TONGUE, IT WAS THERE!!!Which forgets first, the body or the mind?Who convinces who to go back into hibernation?A few inches lower and it would have been my mouth he’d kissed, why was he so much more seductive in the dream than he ever would be in real life?Never would he kiss my ear when my lips were waiting open.I’ve been deprived all over again, don’t tell my body that I haven’t been; I’m ready for the kiss I didn’t get and oh how long it will be now till I forget again and can feel my lips unpucker of their own volition.THAT FUCKING DREAM! You awoke in me more than I am prepared to remember.How long before the numbness returns?HOW MANY MORE TIMES will I have to tell myself I’m all alone so that I can forget how nice it feels to be together? © on Nov 24 2001 01:16 PM PST 10 • 0..."