Brown carpet...  

ladyinquestion 39F
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6/17/2005 6:19 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Brown carpet...

"The boys say, "When is he gonna give us some room?' The girls say, 'God, I hope he comes back soon.'"

Yep...that's what they say...

soft, warm cocoa-brown carpet under me as his harder side...communed with my softer side...the room was spinning...not because I was drunk and I felt like waves, warmed all day by the rays of the sun were crashing over me...and just as my shoulder blades started to feel a little bit of the hard concrete unser the carpet--a tender gesture as if he's sensed it, of his hands under my hips and sliding up, as if lifting something treasured, caressing something delicate, something worth caressing...his hands smoothly slid up my back and cradled me, right under where my shoulder blades had been pressed into the concrete under the rug...and his hands were either very hot or very cold...I couldn't tell, the sensation too strong for me to know exactly what it was...and I was intoxicated by his eyes, like a bird hypnotized...It was like looking into the sky...I felt like a bird with wide eyes, blinking too much, looking down, looking up...confused as I shifted...startled at the transformation...woman, bird, disembodied--then, in the next second returned to earthly bliss...

And that was me...me...the girl who says, "harder, harder... tie it tighter..." who bruises easy inside, who's shut it off with some external switch, who can't feel it...who wants so much to feel anything...that was me, being made love to...that was me...


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