There are some men, some boys and some who are in between. Strong and loveable. The face, smooth and the lips curve almost in a smile. The smell of Chanel is magnetic. warmth inside the body and the pulsating heart as he hugs you, and the body swells. You rest the head on his shoulder and it welcomes you, he slides in a kiss and after a long passionate journey inside, he wakes up and tells you he feels better. In his arms you lie like it's your world. You cling to the lips like you're making music, strumming chords. A special corner of his life he introduces to your wide gazing eyes. Your bodies sense the rhythm, the vibrations of ecstasy and the mixture of emotions, the smiles, the embrace, the soft feel of the arms, the strength of the physique, the curves and the posture of the body, it's heavenly. The most amazing is the quiet between the two as you lie immersed in god's armour, as closer as you can inch, a distance that remains is the soft breath of air crashing on the shore of the lips, the embrace that speaks a thousand words, nothing is said unsaid yet many things remain to be argued, the forgiveness is asked and returned, a caressing hand loves and all hurt is forgotten, it isn't torrid, but it is the peaceful realm we yearn for everyday. A croaking voice sings James Blunt, and an enthusiastic kiss is the reward. These moments drift in memory. A blissful culmination of two souls in an abyss of uncertainty.
Love.... is tragic isn't it?
