her skin was soft and warm beneath my fingers
there was no clock ticking on the wall
we had all of the time in the world and we took it

kisses were placed with purpose
each to take in every piece of her body
and she in turn explored mine

there was no rush, no hurry
we savored each other like fine wine
we were Davinci’s pieces of art

This was not a fuck, fast and furious to fill a need
This was not making love, because i knew we were here only for now, not tomorrow
But it was as if it were the first time, where you wanted to miss nothing and remember everything

I still recall the taste of her skin, and how her breathing ebbed and flowed
I will never forget the sound of her voice as she begged me to stop because she could take no more
And i will always remember watching her leave, knowing tomorrow would never come

How i long for that again
the simple truth of it all
How i crave the SLOW


  1. marcus said,

    September 29, 2014 at 11:43 pm


  2. loneyheart said,

    September 30, 2014 at 5:38 pm

    thanks Marcus. I wish this story were about an actual person or event. But it is more about taking ones time to enjoy the physical presence of another person while making love. I think we all rush everything in life to much. And i love it when the world can slow down and people can just explore and enjoy.

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