You have now entered the world of Lyph...

Seems like im always talking about it....

I lay there with a distilled look upon my face. The warmth of the lights beam heavily on the foreside of my pale hands. The room shadows itself with contentment. We join hands and in the moment, we kiss. The lights seem to fall closer to my body as my temperature rises and my thoughts soak our clothing. The sweat running off the palms of my hands and into his creates pulls of excitement near the arches of or bare feet. Our eyes meet as the mint flavor of his breath reaches my moist subtle pink lips. Our thoughts dance around the scent of the French vanilla candle illuminating the room. He lays me down on the cold hardwood floor dressed with blankets, a fireplace and a conversation to rest our minds. He whispered in my left ear, "I love you" and kissed the crown of my forehead.

Now thats love. That's what love should be. That's how love should taste, feel, smell, and sound. No need for thrust heavy, boom, boom tap, sheets tearing, full blaring rock and roll hair pulling, and common hip jerking fucking. Love is heavier than that. Love is in your mind, and your soul not your dick. Love to me is waking up in the morning and kissing the one person in your life and tasting the stale marinade of morning breath on surface of your lips. Love is the smell of his burp, the scent of his cologne, and the realness of his personality. Love has no color or pain; it carries no time or pressure. Love is in his smile, his intellect, and his fear for spiders and hunger for success. No matter the lack of contact or the distance he now resides, he is love.

Seems like Im always talking about it....I've yet had the chance to experience.

nalij

posted by Liber8Lyph @ 8:40 PM