In my dreams, you take so many forms. You are the fear that threatens to swallow me, but never follows through before I wake up. You are the tear that never quite forms and therefore never falls. You are the orgasm I never quite achieve. You are, just out of my reach.
I hope you stay there. What would I do with you, if just once, you came within my grasp? Actually, if it was just once, I know all too well what I would do with you.
I would run my fingers slowly through your hair. I would caress your face gently, staring into the abyss behind your eyes. Then I would kiss your full lips that draw me towards them. I would snuggle my head into the crook of your neck and breathe hotly against your neck. Then I would breathe faster and heave my breasts into you with each breath, and I would breathe faster and faster, faster and faster… and then bite your neck. You would want to laugh at the cheesiness of it, but I know just where to bite you to make you tingle all the way to your toes.
I would tease you, a lot. I would grind, smirk, press against, brush against, every trick I have ever learned, I would play. I would make you ache with desire for me, the way I have ached for you for months now. I would suck you, until you almost came, and then I would blow cool air just below the head and down your shaft. I would fuck you, thrusting hard and fast, hard and fast, hard and fast … and then tighten myself and slow down. Then thrust hard and sudden, and again, faster, thrusting hard and fast again… then again, I would tighten my pussy and slow down. I would give you the fuck of your lifetime. And you would learn, like I have learned, that fucking can be artistic and it’s an art worth learning. And after all this, I would snuggle into you. Curling up in your arms, sleeping with my arms around you after we have worn each other to exhaustion.
What I don’t know is, after all that, what I would do with you then. I would like to think that I would want to keep you and you would want to keep me. But I have a habit of losing respect for people once I fuck them. At least I used to, but that may have had something to do with not respecting myself. Maybe that has changed, I am not sure. I am not sure I want you to be my guinea pig. Perhaps then, you should just remain my fantasy.
If you never give in, I can never hurt you.
~Asherah
posted @ 9:31 PM
