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My mind is uneasy with starvation tonight. It is she
that I hunger for. I sleep at night with her picture under my pillow in
the hopes that I will find her in my dreams. In a crowded restaurant I
spot her. She is standing at the bar waiting, an elbow propped casually
on the wood and her cheek
resting in her hand. Her thinly strapped black cocktail dress fitting
her like a glove as she stands with one ankle crossed over the other.
I am frozen from my desire,
my eyes looking upon her for the very first time. My legs do not seem
to want to move as if my feet are nailed to the floor. Then suddenly,
with one swift movement, her blonde hair flips over her tanned naked
shoulder as her face turns in my direction. When she spots me, a glorious
smile spreads across her lips and I cease to breath. A subtle voice, seemingly
coming from inside my head, whispers, “Marissa.”
She takes my hand and my heart stops beating momentarily. She leads me
through the restaurant to a quiet candlelit table and offers me a seat.
I sit down, my gaze never leaving her as she then sways around the table
sitting across from me. We begin to converse with each other. Yet, I am
holding my conversation with her, my mind often drifts to her cleavage.
I imagine my lips feathering over that soft flesh that she is cleverly
revealing. When she brings the glass of wine to her lips I jump back into
reality. Before me there is also a glass of wine yet I don’t recall
a waitress delivering drinks to the table. I don’t even remember
ordering wine. She must have taken our drink order while my mind was down
the front of Marissa’s dress. I wonder what else I missed while
consumed with this woman. She smiles at me again, her eyes sparkling from
the candlelight. She holds her gaze on me a little longer than needed
and I feel a rush of warmth wash over my body. Her eyes are like a blowtorch;
the candle burning between us is the flame that ignites them. Her flare
sears right through me. Again, the voice, “Marissa.” We reach the end of the beach where large clusters of rocks stretch out into the water. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks is drowned out by the loud beat of my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly, her arm slips from me, and she turns and faces me. She moves in close to me, her body mere inches away. My gaze moves from her blue eyes to her lips. As she playfully bites her bottom lip, I imagine how sweet those lips must taste, how soft and warm they must feel. Her lips part seductively as she moves in even closer. My hunger grows, my yearning intensifies; and the voice louder, “Marissa, Marissa” like the blood pumping through my veins. Her lips touch mine in a quick gentle kiss. My heart erupts like a volcano and my soul shoots out of my body and into space. She looks into my eyes, briefly, looking deep into my soul before closing her eyes again while I now motion toward her lips. Our lips meet in another passionate kiss, this time longer. My hands find her shoulders as my tongue gently slides into her mouth. Her arms circle around my back in acceptance. As my mouth breathes her into me one of my hands slide up the back of her neck and brushes through her satin hair. My other hand moves to the middle of her back and caresses her soft skin. Her lips, her hair, her skin; I am melting into her. Her tongue entwines with mine driving me into a passionate frenzy. The feel of her warm breast against my own compels me into hysterics. “Marissa, Marissa.” I need to have her, here and now. My lips liberate from hers and I kiss my way over her cheek then down to her neck. My lips find their way to the hollow of her throat where I gently kiss over and over again. I slowly run my tongue up her throat then down again, tasting her. My tongue trails it’s way to the side of her neck where I tenderly suck for a moment. I could eat her up right now. My mouth drifts up to one of her ears. I suck her earlobe into my mouth and swirl her earring around with my tongue. Then I dart my moist tongue into her ear before whispering, “Marissa,” with a heavy breath.
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