The Sub Zero throw out

A little something to warm you up on such a cold day.  Not real sure about the last line, but I hope you enjoy. 

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I avoid eye contact, because each time I glance into those pale blue orbs, my heart revolts. It has been so long since a man has touched me with only the lust in his eyes. You are quick with a smile, a laugh, and each as real and genuine as the last. When you look at me, you actually see me, not the well-placed façade I wear to keep people at arm’s length.

You can’t even fathom the times I have imagined you kissing me. You step closer to me, my stomach fluttering from your proximity. That stare, it makes my knees week, yet I cannot look away for fear you will disappear. Your gaze falls on my lips and your jaw clenches. I have seen it a thousand times, but now the action betrays you. You want me, your face is your tell. 

I draw a sharp breath as your fingers find my jaw. The soft pads tracing its line until your fingers entwine with the hair behind my ear. The soft pull of the strands sending shivers down my spine. I want you so badly that your slightest touch brings my body to heel. My breath hitches as you pull me towards you, gripping my neck roughly, as if you want to claim me. 

I let you.

Your lips are unyielding, they give and they take, whatever they want, it is theirs. I feel lightheaded, almost faint, as you devour my mouth, bringing my body along for the ride. Your warmth is so heady, as your hands roam my shape. The wrestling of our tongues sending jolts of pleasure to my core. 

I am lost. Nothing else exists except you and your sweet taste. Spiraling through the blankness of space, pulled into a black hole, you are my gravity, my super nova, my only source of oxygen.  This kiss both takes my breath away, and gives me new life. A life I did not know existed until our lips met. 

You clear your throat and I come back to reality. Painfully I pull my gaze from you. Once again ripping a hole in my heart, which may never be filled. 


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Stay warm :)

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