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A Sweet Metallic Rust

A wonderful chill follows with your gentle caress:
Tracing from my fingertips, along my arm to my neck;
Your cool fingers electrify my skin the whole way up,
And your lips hover tauntingly, barely touching mine.

I press forward: fighting my weakening self control.
You manage to keep me at bay with a tender hand
Placed with fingers spread at the base of my neck.
Forward: intensified; unable to contain, but you refrain.

I feel your steady hand begin to tremble and I rush in.
Suddenly: your taste: so familiar, yet breathtakingly fresh;
Satisfying; yet never enough so to allow me to pull away.
I press harder and your hand gives, moving to pull me close.

I come on stronger and increasingly stronger, resisting control.
I let loose and move with you. Your lips guide me and I fall in:
Into your warmth. Our legs tangle together naturally, and the kiss
Takes over. We are pulling each other close; trying to become one.

The cold slips from my body as your arms encircle me with love.
Our minds stop shouting and begin to whisper; quieter, nothing:
Replaced by the easy nature of following passion and instinct,
The world slips away with any trace of conscientious thought.

We become animals driven by love and the other's amorous lips.
Kissing deep and intently with excitement for the exploration.
Your hands cradle the curves of my sides. Mine fly along your body,
Leaving red claw marks where my nails dig into your skin intensely.

A new and sensual taste engulfs my curiosity: a sweet metallic rust.
I taste the blood on your lips and realize that I am drawing it.
I oddly covet the sweetness of this vulnerable new sensation.
I run the tip of my tongue along the edge of your lip and take you in.

A sound uttered almost completely silent from your bloodied lips:
A cry, so slight in its nature, but it tells me that I am hurting you.
The taste of you was so wonderful and new that I set myself too free;
Sailing this sea of lust, finding myself lost within a too powerful gust.

Gently I slow down and loosen my hold on you ever so gradually.
I let you pull away, withdrawing my teeth from your punctured lip.
The intensity never falters, but moves from our bodies to our minds.
Deep brown eyes flutter open and watch my own with guilty innocence.

A hand with long delicate fingers reaches up to cradle my face with care.
Slowly the tips of these fingers mercifully trace the precise line of my jaw.
A wordless communication passes from his understanding eyes unto mine,
Slowly his other hand draws me in again; our foreheads come together.

Closing now, my eyelashes brush against his and I nuzzle his face clemently.
I bring one of my hands to lie on top of the hand he rests on my face lightly.
I cradle it with the most compassionate of soft embraces. I watch him study me.
His gaze contains a love unparalleled by any set of eyes to have graced me before.




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In_Love_with_WritingThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 6 at 4:56 pm:
That was sooo sweet. I loved it :) Please read, rate, and comment on some of my stories. Make my dreams come true :)
 
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ZacharyCrankThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 6 at 4:08 pm:
I love love love love love love love love love love love love love this peace!!!!
 
Zoe-22-TurnerThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 15 at 8:56 pm :
hmm... well, i love love love love love love love love love love love love you!!!!! and right now i miss miss miss miss miss miss you!!!!!!!!!! <3333333333
 
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