you and me

to M.

I want you to sit on the edge of the bed while I press up close to you. You hold me with that strong yet tender embrace that only you can give. The room is dimly lit by a bedside lamp. Outside, it’s completely dark.

I feel wide open, like a live wire or a taut string. Totally exposed. My emotions are so overwhelming… They tear me apart inside. I kneel in front of you, my hands sliding up your thighs, my lips teasing your skin, getting dangerously close to where you need me most.

I take in the sight of your body. The fire in your eyes. The way your lips are slightly parted, like you’re barely holding back. How incredibly handsome you are…

…Seeing you like this drives me wild, only making me want you more. I kiss you with everything I have, feeling the raw heat of your touch and the intensity of your presence. I lose myself in you, completely absorbed in the moment…

…I’ve had so many meaningless flings, wasting my time with others who could never compare to you. I knew they were just distractions, ephemeral characters… I needed to escape. I didn’t want to feel anything real, didn’t want to love anyone. Now, I’m intensely grateful to whatever you believe in – be it God, fate, the universe, or Buddha – that we’ve come back together.

You and me. Just like before. Just like now. Always.