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A little less than a happy high
I remember a lover
I remember her desire, her passion, the taste of her neck. She touched me because she could. She touched me because she knew, somehow, that I ached for her just as she ached for me. Sex danced on our tongues. A game, a joke we shared in deadly earnest. There were times when we were so caught in our heat that we could barely reach a safe place to break ourselves on one another.

The abandon was terrifying, and I craved it with every last hair and cell. It was reckless and raucous and somehow sophisticated and real. Desire awakened desire, and the two fed like predators. She knew what she wanted. At times I could think of nothing but the scent of her skin. Nothing else mattered.

Sometimes, I have difficulty believing it happened. Sometimes I simply cannot accept that I responded as I did. Then I remember that she felt the same things for me. It was an inspired madness. It was unsafe and unknown. It was volatile. Dangerous. It woke every aspect of myself that I had denied existed and have since denied existed.

It ended, and I wonder sometimes how much of me ended with it.
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From: missmelysse Date: August 17th, 2004 11:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
It seems intrusive to comment on this, but, I had to because it's such an amazing and honest and haunting piece of writing.
komos From: komos Date: August 18th, 2004 03:26 am (UTC) (Link)
I had mixed feelings about posting it here. LJ ultimately is a weird forum, and I'm never quite sure whether something like this has its place. At any rate, thank you. I appreciate the input.

And happy b-day, btw. ^_^

canonfire From: canonfire Date: August 18th, 2004 04:17 am (UTC) (Link)

The phrase that comes to mind is...

"Touching the Livewire"
komos From: komos Date: August 18th, 2004 07:10 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks. This message brought to you by Insomnia.

And yeah, that's a pretty accurate characterization of the whole affair. It's funny how things linger. It's also funny how the most tangible scars I can show off are emotional ones.
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