Kiress

With each kiss, I seep deeper and deeper into the confusing web of lust… lust which I chose not to control for the sake of curious exploration and instant gratification. As I indulged upon his sweet fountain of amaretto delight, I gracefully kissed away all his sorrows. His warm breath created the connectivity for our lips, while his tender touch created the entrapment for our souls.

As he breathed upon the base of my neck and slowly lured me into a seductive trance, I bowed my head not in disgrace, but in fear of losing control by looking into his eyes. Tangled in this tantalizing rapture, I surrendered, because with him I am content. I then wondered… “Is he feeling each droplet of my pride as it saturates not only my panties, but my…dignity?”

How did we manage to drift so deep? We have violated all the rules and encroached upon all the premises. Now that all the boundaries have been crossed, how do we remain “friends?” Repeating the statement to each other comes easily; however, convincing appears to be more complex. As a matter of fact, it’s quite ridiculous. Who are we lying to, each other or ourselves? What have we done?

Although undefined, the emotions clearly state the intention…fulfillment. Two blistered souls searching for a resting place for their wounded hearts. As we lay our sorrows down, we uplifted each other’s hearts, but we are indeed in fear. Therefore, we have disconnected from the tight grasp of indulgence. At least that’s what we told each other for the sake of closure.

It’s funny that we are giving up not from the death of our feelings, but rather from the fear that we may give life to our countless emotions. Although we did not expound entirely upon the meticulous field of romance, we nevertheless expressed ourselves entirely. I have always thought, “Sometimes it's better to be alone. No one will be hurt that way….but then we would be robbing ourselves of tokens, which later serves as knowledge.

As time passes by with you, I have grown. You have caused me to realize that being a coward only deducts from my character…so I am now brave. However, often times I am afraid to care too much, out of fear that the other person will not care at all. I am aware that there is an attraction, but the feelings continuously resurface, which creates a sore upon my heart. How do I redeem myself from this daunting dilemma? That’s the part that’s bothering me the most.