Mean Boy

Mean Boy

I will never be the same again. Every time it snows...
I'm tainted because no one ever took me to the heights
that you did.
Never have I been so completely enveloped in my senses
as to lose the world around me...
It was the "wrongest" thing in the world, but it felt so
mesmerizing...As much as I told myself that I could keep
my distance, that was a lie.

The hardest part about it all is that the details are indelibly etched
in my mind.
It just takes one little thing, to remind me of you.
A snowflake...
I wish I could forget the heart-racing intensity that existed
between us, but I think about you still.

I still remember how it felt when
your strong arms were wrapped around me.
I wish I could still straddle you and kiss you deeply, just to say hello.
Like we used to...
The fact that we couldn't see each other often
just added to the passion. The anticipation left me breathless.

I bet you don't think about all the times you touched me.
Like I do.
The first time...in the shower...warm water coursing
down our bodies as we were frantically trying to explore
every inch of each other...Tongues intertwined...
You grabbing me and pulling me closer into you.
Finally, bending me over and slowly sliding into me.
Rocking me back and forth on your cock in a languid, sensual rhythm.

Then there was the first time in my car. What I remember about that was
the way you were stroking my G-spot with your fingers...
I was about to explode before you ever entered me.
It took every bit of energy I had not to let go and soak us both with my warm juices.
I wanted to cum with you inside me.
Then when you finally parted my lips, I was quivering so bad I wondered
if I could stay still long enough for you to penetrate me.
I was still so sensitive that as soon as you thrust into me the first time,
I was moaning and pulling you towards me and gushing...
Do you remember that?

There are countless other times I remember.
The hotel, the driveway... the fact that
we got busted, not once, but twice! Once by a relative and...
once close to your job and ITS STILL NOT FUNNY!
But, of course, the time I remember most is the
painfully bittersweet last time.
We always said we'd say goodbye, but we didn't.
I somehow knew that was not going to happen.
That's why I was so concerned with leaving you
with an unforgettable image.
I knew that when it was over there was going to be complete finality.
I didn't dream it would work out like it did.

The last time...the urgency to get to you was so powerful.
I could never express how I ache for you to put your hands on me.
I have never driven in a snowstorm in all of my life.
Likewise, I had never been surrounded by whiteness and
swirling snowflakes as I was experiencing waves of orgasm.
The pristine, the quiet, the remoteness...
All of it combined was so magical.
I am glad our last time could be so unique.

I'm never going to be able to survive a winter without
reminiscing. That one experience left a mark on me.
So, even though we are both still mad, I miss you.
I lay in bed at night and think about your soft hair in my hands.
I think about the way you would look up at me, with my
legs parted and your tongue deftly gliding over my clit.
The way you made my legs shake...
I won't be forgetting that for a long, long time.