Finally fall silent. Instinctively lock all the words away.
You befriend pretence.
Paint the smile upon your lips. Conceal the eyes once bright behind the darkest glass. Persuade your mind to cease its remembrance.
You live.
Talk and joke and laugh. Dance with abandon. Walk freely in the sun. Tilt your delicate face to meet its restoring rays.
You lie.
Live out the lie. Embrace the comfort of performance. Fool those who surround you by day.
Until the truth returns.
Until honesty exacts its brutal revenge.
Until it comes to you in the gloaming, in the moment the night’s nascent darkness dims the walls and cools the air.
Until it comes for you, preying upon your soul and your body, plundering the craving that refuses to sleep.
The craving. The hunger.
For him.
The hunger confessed in whispers and sighs to empty rooms, in the sheen upon your skin when his voice rushes back, in the sodden mess your hand seeks out compulsively between your legs.
The hunger.
The hunger to have him again, to have him want you again, to have him overwhelmed with every desire you represent, with the intensity burning to ash his own flesh, with the force to bind and grip you and trace the bruises on your softness, the need to taste your breath as he takes your mouth, as his lips and tongue fuck you with their kiss and your sweet and filthy little cunt weeps for his thick uncut hardness, cries to have him prise you open, to fill the void of your most intimate place, to mark you as his forever, to anoint you as his lover, his woman, his cockwhore, his queen.
Gorgeous
Thank you, Franco…
i could suddenly use a little bite. You look very succulent.
By all means, nibble away, james…
Mmmmm what a sexy sight. I could spend hours there! 🙂
Hours? Really? That sounds like the perfect proposition, Nick…
I am sure the pain is intense when the memories come flooding back. But it will dull, become bearable … eventually. And someone new will find you, and they will have you. And you them.
Mike
Thank you, Mike. Time will tell.
But in the meantime, when the need strikes, I’ll be trying to write out my feelings. I hope the complexity of my desire and emotions won’t dampen your enjoyment…
I wouldn’t worry ;}
Honestly? Whew…!
That works for me…
Such a flood of emotion. Yet your legs, those stockings, and then topped of with those heels,fills me with desire, need, lust,and craving.
Then it’s a flood of emotion that inspires an aching, fiery flood…
my beautiful, to be brutally honest, i want to be gentle with you :*
Gentle is good. Very good… 😉
so many words to say…..too cowardly to say them…….
This might seem odd but in many ways that’s the perfect response…
Your words always combine with your beauty to leave me at a loss for my own words.
There will never be a day where your speechlessness doesn’t leave me humbled, blushing and grateful, Ed…
You have done it yet again… left me breathless with your eloquence, photographic technique and sheer stunning beauty. xx
Just as your words have taken my breath clear away once again, ian…
Compulsive.. Mesmeric.. Little wonder we hunger.
And universe…. I owe you one!
Oh, Bhp… You have this minx craving and wishing for second chances in the next life!
Some lies haunt us. Wonderful when we can rectify them…
It is, even if – or perhaps, even when? – the result is intense and heartbreaking…
Been a while Minx – glad to see you’ve not lost your way with words or your eye for a fabulous photo. And thanks for articulating all I’m feeling at the moment ……
It’s been an age, sensuelle. While I always adore seeing you here, I wish it was under more pleasant circumstances and you weren’t relating to these words.
Thank you for the beautiful response, my lovely. I can only keep my fingers crossed that things improve for you soon…
I (we) will survive ….. we somehow always do. I’ll now stop being sombre and respond to some of your later posts – lord only know why I’ve deprived myself of the pleasure for so long! Thanks Minx xx
No, thank you, lovely… xo
Very sexy…. very sensual… I would like to say this is more sensual that having sex actually.
I’m unsure that’s true but it’s very kind and generous of you to say so, Johny…