For Him

Constantly running a gentle hand over his skin, pressing down firmly. Firm enough that I leave a hand shaped dimple, all to reassure myself of his reality. To make sure that this moment is not just a fabrication that my mind has scornfully twisted into an all too real parody, I intertwine my fingers through the rich dark mass of curls. The tips of my fingers graze the tan honeyed skin, each small gesture part of the impending premonition that I sketch on his back. The warmth of his touch personifies the words left unsaid, the electric silence is more than enough to imply what we discern during these moments. Oh the assurance I feel! The poise and eloquence we create seem to defy time, turning each precious minute into only the span of a second. His powerful arms around me in an embrace that can only be described as indescribable, lift me up into oblivion. Some say that I lack rationality when I utter those three words ,which I dare not mark on this page due to the sincerity behind them, but I know without fear and without worry that I [ ___ ] him.

[admire]
[trust]
[appreciate]
[have faith in]
[will never forget]
[Love]

by czimblonde626
posted on 03/29/2008