Dark Confession
My mysterious woman, I know we don’t speak but I would love to confess that even though I’m fiercely protective of myself yet you effortlessly pass my guards and make me lose control. It feels like you have an intense hold over me, dragging me towards you with an irresistible force, enslaving me in your sweetness and captivating voice. I confess my attraction to you is not only romantic but also deeply physical. When I see you, radiant and light like a feather, I feel an overwhelming desire to hold you close and feel your softness against my skin.
Every time I try to resist, the sweet scent of your body pulls me in as if I am swimming in golden,magical sparks flying around your body. You have cast a spell around my heart and mind which always makes me feel drawn to you blindly, conjuring a hunger for your taste and glance. One moment, my heart feels like adoring your alluring nature, and the next, my mind is consumed in the thought of choking you in a dark room. I want to have sweet moments with you like hugging you from the back while you cook or bake something, get you breakfast in bed, give massages, oil your hair, make you laugh with silly acts as well as intense moments with you, which are hard to express in this writing.
However, Today, I admit that my craving for you is not just romantic, but also a raging wildfire that cannot be tamed, burning brighter with every passing moment. A fire that makes me impulsive. A fire that I can feel in my veins, flowing through my hands and fingers, fueling my every waking thought about you. It’s a flame that longs to touch your hands, cheeks, and every inch of your body. I crave the taste of your skin, the feel of your fingers intertwined with mine, and our legs wrapped around each other. I want to breathe in the scent of your body and lose myself in the depths of your eyes. I want to hold your hands tightly, draw closer to your lips, tease them, and kiss them until they’re red and bruised, bearing the marks of my intense desire.
As we embrace, I want to kiss your neck and let my warm breath stir the delicate skin of your pierced ear, and whisper, I want to explore you tonight and trace the contours of your collarbone, shoulders with my lips. I want our souls to merge when we hug, and our hearts to beat as one. I want to feel your passion scratching my back with your nails, pulling my hair, eating my neck, ears, and shoulders alive. While our lips seem busy, I want to explore the curves of your waist with my fingertips, play with them like I play my guitar, and make initials of our names on your belly, pinch your love handles, tickle them, and kiss there gently in the soft glow of candles lighting the room.
This doesn’t end here. I’m tempted to drizzle some warm wax on your waist, and release that pain with my lips. I want to touch you from the back, feel your thighs beneath my hands and kiss them so you open the path to a beautiful cave. As I explore around, my nose senses a soothing scent, and my tongue finds a sweet taste, very different and warm, So I spit in it to let my fingers slip inside and dig for more. The deeper I go in, the more it may become slippery, making everything wet – my hands, your thighs, even the sheets under us. I want you to hug me tightly, like crushing me, breathing in me and let this fire burn everything – you, our skin, our souls, and even this room. I don’t care if the whole place is set on fire as long as I am lost in your eyes. Yes, I want that and more than that, that i can’t write publicly here and You are unaware of this fact, but hundreds of times I have just touched you with my eyes and made out with you in every corner of this building and I want to keep dreaming like this until I get you.
Ray. K