Addicted The text light blinks on my phone. Eagerly, I look, hoping that it's you. It's not. I suck in my disappointment as I delete the email that has come through on my blackberry. Two minutes later, my phone buzzes again, and as though it hasn't already happened, I eagerly look at my phone only to be disappointed again. Inside I chide myself for wanting to hear from you. I don't know why I even care. It's not like me to want to hear from anyone. People are all made for disposal. Use them until they are all used up--which never takes long--and discard them like a paper plate. That's usually how I roll. Until now. The game with you started out as just that--a game. A game that I am an expert at playing. I hate getting close to people, even though there are many people who think that they are close to me. I'm brutally honest. I tell the truth to anyone and everyone who will listen. Therefore, people feel like they are my best friends because they know intimate details of my life. They don't realize that they are among the many whom have that information. It's not the intimate details that make me. They don't define me. Instead, it's the people who see deep inside my heart, inside my mind. Very few people have ever reached me on that level. Try as they may, it's hard to get through to me there, for it is very deep and dark. I had become used to being alone there, in the canyons of my vast intellectual and sensual thoughts and feelings. I had tried many times to go there with others and they failed me miserably. Until you. From the moment I touched you, I knew that you were different. I knew that you and I would connect. However, I had no idea of the sensuality that you kept hidden. OMG! Can't you understand?! There's not a day, a moment, a second that goes by that you are not on my mind. The wind blows and I feel you caress my skin. In the shower, the hot water feels like your kisses covering me. You are in everything that I see, that I taste, that I touch. I want to feel your hands on my body. I need to feel your touch. I crave your scent. Your smell is embedded in my nostrils. I breathe you in with every breath, feeling you inside my lungs feeding life to all my vital parts. Every thought of you sends chills throughout my body. I tingle with anticipation at hearing your voice, feeling your touch. Your skin against my naked flesh is etched into my memory. It cannot be seared from my brain. I can feel your kisses on my neck as though they were just now lain against my skin. I feel your hands move down my back. The fire beneath your fingertips burns deep into my flesh. I am starved for you. As if every cell of my body needs you to stay alive. My heart races, my skin feels flush. I can feel the passion inside of you. It becomes evident as your kisses move down my body, trailing down my spine. You stop at the small of my back and linger over my tattoo of a heart that bears the thorn of a rose pushed through it. A drop of blood falls from the thorn’s tip and you seem drawn to it as though, you too, know that feeling. You lick this symbol of my pain and it draws my heart closer to you, confusing me by the emotions that you are stirring inside my soul and between my legs. You know that it’s you I crave but you laugh because you don’t believe me. That’s okay. I know the truth. I know that there is no other who can satisfy me the way you do. There is no other who makes me crave the flesh the way that you do. There is no other who can make me come as hard as you do, as easily as you do. What else can I do?! If it were only your kiss, I would be fine. I could put it in the back of my mind and cling to it only when needed. However, I have experienced your flesh, your carnal knowledge. You have indulged me and there is no way that I can shake myself from that now. Just hearing your voice shakes me deep inside. From the most simple hello, I am lost.
Causes LisaMarie Simmons Supports
I do not have one cause that I support all of the time. Instead, I work with the elderly, athletes, children. I am adament about people. I am a Human. ...