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Desire.... (Confessions Of Obsession)

She was....
Everything he ever imagined.
Just seeing her quenched a
thirst in him...
he didnt know he had...
Yet..
He would burn with desire
until there was nothing left
of him but smoke and ash...
As pieces of his soul evaporated
into the sheer beauty of her smile.

He was...
a shadow to her...
as he glided silently in and out
of her vision...
pulse racing each time he happend
by her...
Hoping to brush her arm...
accidently of course.
Then allowing that one moment
to permeate his thoughts...
Entirely.

She was...
the root of his obsession
in the wee hours of the morning
when his longing surfaced through
his skin...
vibrating through his loins
As his imagination...gave way
to her lips...encompassing him
Completely...
"Such a perfect mouth" He thought
As his passion gave way
to phantom thrusts under his sheets
The ache he felt for her was so intense
it brought tears....to his eyes.
Especially when he summoned her scent
Always vanilla brown sugar....
He memorized this scent...a long time ago
back when this Obsession was a mere
tickle in his phyche...
and nothing he did...
gave him relief of her pressence
on his mind...
How then...
would fate...or kismet
make the way for his Desire
to be known...
As she smiled from time to time...
always coming into his store
beaming....with the glow of a woman
with a free spirit....
Secretly...
He longed for her...
Like a moth to a flame...
Tonight....
As she shopped and talked on
her cell phone...
He decided he would say ...something
If his words didnt get in the way.
Tonight...
he would do something....
If her clothes didn't get in his way.

Tonight....
He found himself following her
to her car...
to help with her groceries of course.
His palms began to sweat....as he neared
her body...
"Thank you so much for walking me out"
She cooed as he placed the last bag in her backseat.
while anticipation hung heavy in the air...
He stepped closer....inside her 3 feet
of personal space, and she....
Just smiled...
Maybe....
The Gods would be kind tonight
Maybe...
His Desire....
would be met....
with a Desire...of her own

To Be Continued......    
Written by Firebyrd
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