Green Eyes

Exhaustion makes me want to close my eyes and drift into this momentary fluke. I take her in, every curve, every mark, every scar and every freckle.  I let the image soak into my mind, and hope that she will stay in my memories as she was tonight.  I wish silently that when I think of her after, I can feel as if she’s mine; even if all we had was tonight.  Even if, when the sun comes up, all she leaves me with is her smell permeating my skin, and that tingle in my fingertips that hasn’t left me since the second I touched her.  Confusion tinges everything, but the memories of the last few hours rush through me; my body pressing down on her, how right hers felt on top of mine.  The scent of her skin when I held her tight and kissed her neck, the heat of her breath hitting my skin.  The way she looked at me when I held her down and moved against her, with a need and a want that took my breath away. 

I slide my body closer and wrap my arms around her.  I feel her shiver against the cooler touch of my arms, and pull her in tighter, feeling the heat build and pool between our bodies.  I hold her, thinking of her green eyes, dreaming of her kiss.  Of the feel of her lips, her nibbles, the way she tasted; the imprint of her mouth burnt inside of me, and the echo of how bad I wanted it without knowing it ringing in my head.  My instincts tell me to move, but the closeness and contact of her skin numbs me like a poison.  I slide my fingers across her arm, and lace them with hers; feeling a familiarity that shouldn’t be there.  My muscles relax as if they had always belonged next to her; as if I myself was hers. I can feel the minutes slip by, and the understanding that our time is almost over fills me with anxiety and relief; feeling and knowing clashing inside of me bending my perception of what is right.  “I can’t” I tell myself, feeling hazy from liquor, and from a comfort I have no right to feel; but still I lay my head against her back, and want more than anything to keep the night from ending.

Author's Note

If you read the first chapter of the book I have up, you'll realize it looks a lot like this. These are some thoughts from something that happened a while back, and I liked it so much I reused it to start the book. I know it's lazy it seemed like a good idea at the time (still does).

In the interest of honesty, I'll admit I cleaned this up a bit from when I originally wrote it. The sentiment is the same, the thoughts are just clarified.

Reviews

[WriterMe]

This was pretty good. I loved the details, the choice of words, and that tingling sensation I get whenever I read your work. I loved the basis of reality =] Excellent job.

[Therene]

This one placed me inside that bedroom where they were. It's very alluring like somehow I could feel them.

Although at some point, I found the drunk part irritating but I realized it was there for a reason.

Job well done. Great write! :D

[melissa]

wow, that was awesome I must say :)