Prose :: Wild
…sometimes I just wait for @eroticnotebook to point out the fun stuff…and she’s done that today…
I generally write about sex…but this one doesn’t quite reach my normal filth quotient..
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I remember I was something you couldn’t understand. Free and wild with what you always called a crazy glint in my eye. Still I pulled you from your comfortable seat watching the world slide by to dance in the crashing waves.
Our first kiss landed soft as receding foam, a drop of want left behind to creep into the cracks of your composure as you ran away, terrified by my reckless abandon.
You tell me I am still a mystery you can’t fathom as I peel you down to your basest existence. Between kisses I distract you from my removal of your armor; shoes, wardrobe and makeup pared away. Finally you stand beneath the rain of a languid summer night, pale skin glowing. For a moment, you see, feel, exist only in this perfect, blissful moment. Our second kiss spins your thoughts and I laugh with the glory of it.
It slips through your fingers, water through a sieve, when you try to grasp it.
I will always be just beyond your fingertips’ reach so long as you try to hold me. Quicksilver and gone, returning, mist dancing around your wrists, your ankles, a wind’s kiss against your cheek. My embrace will fold you up when you turn away, yielding in your surrender, captive to sensation, still wild as I’ve ever been.
I was trapped, I am alive, I will always be free.