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Jan 2012
Thoughts of you running your fingers down my spine
As if you were unzipping my flesh to find your way inside
As the tip of your…fingers…reach the dip, of the small of my back
I shutter
I smile
I tremble, letting out a sigh
Letting out a small giggle as I feel the hairs all over my body rise
All these thoughts of you consume and occupy my mind
Thoughts of such a glorious night
A night when no one else existed
Those thoughts will remain with me forever
Thoughts of how everything felt so right, but knowing it really wasn’t our time
Memories of how you stared into my eyes
You stared intensely
I stared intently
You gripped the back of my neck, pulling my hair just slightly and roughly enough to make me pulsate even further into your arms,
Your embrace
Pulling me close enough to feel the blood pulsate in your bottom lip
Making me speed up the rhythm of the continuous sway in my hips
Its just a memory now
Of that night
A night I looked into your eyes and saw that you could get lost in mine
And you did
You got lost in me
On me,
In, between me
Between my heated thighs
I felt you fire up
Felt your finger tips burn and steam away my moisture into the late hours of the night
And into the early hours right before the sunrise
I kissed the tip of your nose
Slid my hand slightly over your neck to your chest to your belly
As if I were unzipping you open so I could see what passion looks like from the inside
And I saw it
Through imaginary lines
Passion flowing through a caged soul
A fiery heart
Just enough passion for our one night
Teresa Magaña
Written by
Teresa Magaña  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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