Lust.

The nerves inside of me knew. They understood, maybe not fully but they knew of a feeling I had yet to discover.
I never realised how calming and influential he was until it came to watching the Sunday afternoons float by. The first time we met, there was an awkwardness in the air that choked the words in his curved mouth. But after only an hour or so we became warmly comfortable with each other. I felt the inches between us hiding. Soon his strong arms were holding me and his breath was mixed with mine. I could feel his hunger and want and it only amplified my own.  We left with few kisses and the feeling of his arms around me never left.
It wasn’t until the second day, the second Sunday that I realised how badly I depended upon his touch. As soon as I saw him, my nerve endings it ignited and the butterflies were let loose. A smile so large over took any worries of the week and I instantly felt care free and content. More hours passed and this time the inches were no where to be seen. Time with him seems like an illusion. We are aware of it, aware that it is around us, but it doesn’t touch us. When we are together the rest of the time ridden world is at bay.
On this particular Sunday we let our instincts play us.
His arms were no longer around me from comfort or protection but from want. My hands found the toned flesh underneath his shirt and his breath found my neck. The feeling of his stubble against my skin and the rumble of his deep echoing voice set me alight in ways I had never knew existed. In that moment all I wanted was him. Him. No amount of raw flesh or igniting touches could fulfill my hunger. I felt him shake with want and it only made me want him more. We sat, my legs around him, his breath on my neck and hands on his back. We sat and discovered each other. We found our weak spots, our guilty pleasures and the areas no one had before thought to go. To sweeten the passion the smell of his skin filled my head and cushioned me from reality. His voice was no longer choked and his throat gave away how much he wanted me. Our bodies responded to one another, and it no longer felt like we were in control.
And now? Now I use the memory of his arms and the knowledge of his body to bring a smile to my face and to carry me through until I can once again claim his body and want as my own.