The Slightest Touch

Just his slightest touch can make me shiver. Just his presence can make make my heart accelerate. I know he is there by his scent, by his aroma. I can feel his warmth, that is how close he is.I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. He places his arms around my sides and interwines them just below my breasts. I know what he wants and I will happily oblidge. Who could resist a man so sweet, so tender, so sexy? Not I.

At that moment, all I wanted was him. Not him, but his body. Wasit really that I loved him? I do not think, I don't think I cared about love. I think all I wanted was to be close to somone. Did he love me? I think he did , and that was the worst part. I was only using him and I think he knew that. He knew that I was using him and yet he did not object because he loved me and yet when I wanted him, he let me use him. I did love him on some level, I know I did. But not with the passion that he loved me with. I miss him. I do not think I am broken hearted like he is. I had to end it. I could not drag him on.

I had to let him go.