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Intoxication- 13+

Misty · 2005-03-29T20:13:11Z

I don’t really know how to feel you, but maybe by feel I mean show you how I feel, I’ve already touched you, and kissed you, like exotic honey from a forbidden grove, I’ve rubbed you, sensed you, felt the back of my jeans rubbing the front of yours like a sensual mid-eastern mating dance I guess I was marking my territory I wonder if I need to do more now, just to appease you, take care of you, this sweet tenderness I feel towards you is like an unquenchable thirst. But I don’t need to do anything for you; you are not really mine. You were only all for me for those few tender moments as I made an idiot of myself. You were worth it. Your hand in mine felt sticky with sweat and nerves. I don’t even know if I like you that way anymore. Maybe it was just the intoxicating glow of the lowlights, the energy of the dance floor, your fascination with me that made me hunger for you like a kitten yearning for cold cream. I backed it up on you just to reduce that craving. I wonder now if I regret that. When I talk to you now, and hear the fuses of your vocal cords twisting my name, making it sacred in my ears, I become uncertain. I can no longer sense your all-out adoration for me, and your tones speak volumes to me. Once you were held in my trance, taken captive by my curves, the way my chestnut hair clung to my shoulders. sweat drenched, the spellbinding way my hips moved in an interpretive variation of a belly dance. But I feel that my spell is fading, and you fall captive to the magic of another girl’s assets. I cannot hold onto you, I can only hold on to our night together, in some sort of urban paradise, the school cafeteria transformed into our private Utopia. And for those fragile moments, I can see myself morphing into your own personal Venus in a butterfly kissed tank-top. And you, you with your curly blonde hair like life-giving sun light, and crystalline blue eyes that held captive my every passionate desire, you were Mars to me, the sacred yet forbidden love that every young girl longs for in her secret innermost dreams. I just wish I could tie you up and lock you in my basement, so that you could be all mine. I would never share you with anyone, but feed off of your life and strength like a possessive vampire prowling the night. But that cannot be. I cannot steal your life-essence so selfishly, when you have so much to offer to the rest of the world. I can only thank you for what you gave me that one night, and make feeble attempts to banish your face from my dreams. And I feel like I gave you so much. It was almost as though I was a porcelain doll, put on display for you. I was like a sample that tasted sweet in your mouth, a fragrance with intoxicating fumes. But perhaps one taste was enough for you, one dance all you needed. But I cannot deny that I need more