My hands smell of him tonight…
He said goodnight, I said I wanted to stay up a bit more. He kissed me goodnight, like he always does, and I… I just couldn’t stop kissing him back. Normally I’d let him go, especially after he’s had a long day at work like today…
But not this time.
I kissed his lips, tongue, cheeks. His temples. That sweet nose, the chin… I got ticked by the beard. I love him like the first day. He is so tall, slim, sweet, smart and his eyes… When I first looked into his eyes, over a decade ago, time just stopped. I had never believed that stuff but back then, for a moment, I was lost. All I could think was “Oh”.
I still think that.
When he finally stood up from the couch, I stood up too, and kissed him some more. Then I let him go, and there I was, sad, just about to give up when I thought… I am gonna need me some more.
So I went after him, and blocked him in the corridor. He smiled at me, and I kissed him. I brushed my hands on his beautiful body, and then I don’t know… I had to have him.