maybe i've been missing feeling "it". earlier today, a conversation was brought up about how convenient it is to have a partner especially if the "heat" department needs some fixing. i didn't react, which is just unusual of me. i tried to contain myself and just smirked at the comment.
but god damn, i want a partner because i miss it too. i fucking miss it every single day. i miss how it drains the shit out of me, how it unleashes all my untamed fantasies. i miss how warm someone feels inside, how an appendage's pressure confuses my kitty with both pain and pleasure.
i miss kissing. oh god, i miss kissing. i miss how a good one makes me leak gentle moans. i miss feeling someone's tongue on my neck, on my ear, on my bosom and on my... damn. i miss being treated like an ice cream on a hot summer day, eaten like there's no tomorrow.
i miss the physical connection, how his body beautifully gyrates on top of me. i miss how sweat bridges from his torso to mine, and how i suck the salty bliss on his chest. i miss the intensity of climax -- body-stiffening, eye-rolling, heavy-breathing, lustful-moaning and the minor heart attack. i miss how the passion soaks me down there.
i miss how it makes me such an animal, moving mindlessly to satisfy my primal need. i guess that's the reason why some refer to sex as "wild". but i digress.
maybe it's already been too long that i've deprived myself of that.
or maybe i'm just cursed of being a scorpio.
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