FOR YOU

 


       I still have in mind the image of you entering my hotel room.
The first thing I did was kissing you. Oh... that touch of your lips...
There was a mix of feelings inside my body. I couldn't figure it out... I was fearless and scared at the same time... Scared of you.
Scared, because I didn't know what will happen after this.
      I gently placed my hand on the back of your neck, and my lips touched your skin softly. I inhaled your perfume and felt your body close to mine, the pressure of your hands on my back moving slowly to the lower part of my body. You were strong enough to make me feel protected and safe.
     I could barely speak at that moment. My body was shaking. I didn't want you to see it, so  I took two steps back. You followed me and surrounded me from behind, you kissed the back of my neck and then your mouth met mine. It felt good, your arms were safe. I could have stayed there with you all that afternoon.
           I forced myself to pretend that I'm immune to you. Deep inside I knew very well, that this was only a game that both of us were playing. I was sure that I won't allow myself to feel anything, and I will let you go as nothing happened between us, but I was wrong...
          I took a minute and I watched your hand holding tight my wrist. Your fist was full of pumping veins and you were wearing a big silver watch. I could see your forearm laying next to my hip, strong and sexy.  I could not help but watch the visible veins on your arm. DAMN, you looked so good. I wanted to sip slowly and feel every part of you.
 Your arms... I could write an entire story about them, were fascinating to me.

        You drag me out in front of you and your hands came to rest on my waists, that made me feel powerful and confident about myself. I felt your heart beating on your chest and your need of me.  I was proud like I was receiving an award. Nobody could take me away from my achievement.
        You were wearing black that day, your skin was golden and soft. I took off your T-shirt and I rest my lips on your bronzed skin. I scanned every inch of you, your lips, your neck, that tattoo on your arm...  Then you made me yours, in a way I don't know exactly how to describe it. There was nothing romantic about us. 

Our bodies were starving. Consuming each other.
You were already in my blood, and I couldn't do anything to prevent this. My intent of trying just failed. I was yours and I felt invincible.
You were such a mystery for me. I couldn't read your mind... But I didn't even try to do it.
       When you left, you gave me a kiss and you told me that we'll see each other again.
I am still waiting for you, watching after you because you own me, you control me.
That was the last time when I saw you, and I can still smell your perfume.

PS: This is not a love letter.