Intimate Thoughts

I had no idea what the touch of another woman would do to me. How it could feel so wonderful and satisfying. How my skin would erupt in goosebumps and my heart would start pounding. I quickly found out that loving another woman was much more passionate and caring than that of any male lovers I had ever experienced.

The feelings we shared ran so deep and I guess that was because we were best friends for so long. I can remember how you felt in my arms even though it has been years since we were in each other’s company.

The tantalizing aroma of the perfume on your skin filled my nostrils with heightened desire to consume you. There was always fire between us and passion seemed to flow through my veins whenever I was in your company.

I remember feeling your soft, naked breasts against my skin as my hands reached for you, pulling you into my embrace. Being alone with you was intoxicating. I never felt like I had enough. I never wanted to stop, even though I felt completely satisfied.

All my days and nights revolved around you. Even now, my conscious mind seems to slip away as my body aches for your touch again. I find myself daydreaming of you day and night no matter how I try to escape it. If I close my eyes I can feel your arms wrapped around me and smell your sweet essence lingering on my skin.

I miss us. I miss you. I miss loving someone again down to the inner depths of my soul, the way that I loved you. I know my love was overwhelming at times, but it couldn’t be helped. I had no control over how I felt. Even to this day, it consumes me.

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