Argh!

Breathing slower than ever, I try to concentrate on anything at all that doesn't involve you and I can't. I'm beginning to think it's impossible. I would say it is a daily occurrence, but that would make me a liar. It is every second of every minute of every, single day.

Nervous fingers tracing along steaming, hot skin; fingertips barely touching and grazing. inducing moans of need. Silent O's swim out from between bleeding lips, and legs draw closer together. Teeth scratch at collarbones.. a swirling tongue dancing along your neck..

I can't lie to you. I resent every feeling that you make me feel. I hate every skeleton you drag out of me and abolish. It makes me want to scream when I know I can no longer be self sufficient when all I can do is want to feel your body pressed against mine, or listen to your voice.

Intrepid palms slide up along your torso, pulling your top slowly upwards. Your skin revealing itself to my my eyes and mouth in agonising seconds of anticipation. Delicate kisses land on waiting skin, and your back arcs to meet my mouth.

I try to tell myself I should have walked away when I wasn't so caught up; when I wasn't addicted. In reality though, I never could have. I've never not been addicted. The first time we talked, actually talked, I couldn't get enough. I'm fooling myself to ever believe that I didn't want this. I just never believed it would be this powerfully magnetic. So... crucial. It's frustrating beyond belief.

Your breath caresses my neck and throws my mind into a whirlwind of desire. My hands running along your back, pulling your body closer to mine, our skin melting together and our hips grind.

You ask me what I'm thinking. I don't answer because I don't want to seem so hopelessly needy. All I am ever thinking about is you. Even when I am distracted by other things, you're hanging out casually in the background waiting to make your move; always trying to torment me.

Nails drag down along my spine as experienced hands draw out screams, my name hanging from your lips. Eyes meet and bring my lips to yours, your breath catching in my throat as fingers interlock and rise above our heads.

Breathless, I once again have to drag myself back to reality and try to catch what's going on. Once again, I have to suppress every fire and conflict in my head and body and pretend that I am existing on the same level as everyone else. Breathless, I once again try to ignore the pain between my thighs and continue with whatever non sexual and boring task I had been trying to do before you popped into my head.