She whispers in the dark... awakened from another fever dream she prayed would continue on through the night. She gasps at every flash of memory she succumbs to. A flash of him kissing her gently "a sweet hello" on the lips. A make out session that turns into a full on feeding. To then flash into another scene... he is entranced and shirtless... sensually kissing her inner thigh. On to another... his tounge intentionally slowly grazing just between her succulent from its bottom to the pinnacle of its pleasure. To finally flash into her own point of view... with eyes slightly closed... furiously riding him to her satisfaction. She... leaning her head back as legs tense into implosion, can only shriek a long, "F****CK!!". All the while, he... can only be described as lost in the moment of ecstatic primal passion... the place he professes to be most at ease. Motivated by a sense of the divine that translates effortlessly between heaven and earth... between sky... and skin. Purposed... and placed for the moment. All flashes of a dream she is still recovering from. Gasping for "steady" in her bed, her hands looking for a place to settle on her moist, slippery skin, she whispers to herself... "What the f*ck is this? WHO is this man to me?"
"Is he the one I read, bed and fed?... or the one I kept, left and wept? Can he be a variation of both without the "keeping"? He seems to appear when I need him to balm the cuts to my soul and the hunger of my skin and doesn't care to burden or satisfy me by overstaying his welcome. It's a healing and a hurt so fine and both keep me wondering what this is. I try to forget but he finds me when I seem to really need him... and what's worse? He might be completely oblivious to it all. All I know is that he doesn't mind "being" what I need in the moment but seems he's the kind that could never be officially tied down himself. Can some of this be better than none of this? Isn't none of it safer for me? Can I live with these kinds of discreet "visits" to my ecosystem without the disruption "staying" might cause... or is this flighted feeling good enough for someone seasoned enough by their measure of life? But even now... I can still taste his lips on my supple... still... pulsing..."
Is this me?... You?... Or someone else too? Beautiful & complex... lovely, fleeting, quaint & kind. Passion on the sails of "now" resting on the mind. This crazy, sexy, cool called "the hunger vibe"... I transcribe to inscribe what's mine alone to imbibe. Sweetest dreams...
~moses apollo
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