The Room
I go back to the room, now barren and dark, where we spent time alone and together. It is cold and gloomy with a smell of mildew, it just isn't the same... ...without you. But memories rush in, pushing reality aside, a flood of emotion and sensation not to be denied. Candle flame flickering in your eyes, as my hands caressed you from chin to thighs. The smell of insence and your perfume, as we would come together, passion consumed. Your long dark hair bushing across my face, Bodies entwined, in a flowing embrace. Kissing, nibbling, licking, each other we taste, tounges dancing with each other giving in to haste. Rapid breathing and whispered words, promises of love forever, all that is heard. Our feelings haven't changed, but I'm not with you, your not with me, so I go back to the room.I feel it isn't quite right, but without going back to "the room" with pad of paper and pen I'm not sure what to do. I'm also not certain about catagory or genre. Any suggestions would be appreciated. Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 03:06 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"I go back to the room,..."