Pearl

You against the door; whispers in your ear. "Bear with me."

Bear with me, because I am about to just...let...go.

Fingertips down your face, the one I know so well over such a short time. There is passion there, desire; there are emotions here, too, ones that you know. Ahhh, can't you see, darlin', that I can tell? Any fool can see it in your eyes.

A kiss, soft and tender, so I may bask in your essence. I breathe a sigh, hot against your lips. I let my hands roam free to palm back your thick hair. Another kiss. Ahhh, I must control this, until you follow. I don't think you'll understand until it's too late.

So be it.

The desire comes forth unbidden, bubbling up to the surface and I just let it out. I have done all but bear my soul to you, so why let it stop now? The Darkness has a way of giving despair; I am driven now into your arms, love, by that very thing but for hope, longing. A bit of human touch.

To the bed we go, hand in hand, mouth to mouth, and I am dancing with you to this lovers' tune. Breaths and sighs lacing through our anticipation, and I cannot wait--but I must. I try.

Slowly so that my eyes may know every part of you, let my hands remember every contour, every fiber...every tremble. But that can't happen. I'm incapable of doing it. I don't know what's harder for me, restraining you or controlling myself.

Let go.

Hands drift from your coppery hair to your dress, pulling it up and over, removing the barriers between us. It dawns on me then as we do this that there is a hunger inside of me that spoke truth before. We are walking down a path that probably nethier of us were looking for but more than likely need.

I am drawn in by the scent of you. It makes me lightheaded, and the pressure of being inside you is a welcomed bliss. You and I savor the feeling of being one. I hold you and close my eyes.

A flash of sooty crimson smears across my vision and I clench my eyes tight. Arms beneath you, I hold on, letting your beauty and the slickness of your skin fill my senses, washing away these dark, dark images. I let go and pour myself out into you, releasing every fear and passion of mine with every emotion my body carries. I tense with the suddenness of this yearning that, at this point, is undefined.

I hear your breaths and feel your hands clenching my shoulders and it sounds like you cry out in a way that has so much more inside of it than mere lustful pleasure, and this I cling to, only now realizing that I am on the verge of tears that will not come. I hold you tighter unwilling to focus on the release of the floodgates, and I think that maybe I am afraid right now to know just what it is I'm doing, possibly ashamed but not stopping because it is far too late.

Now I know, somewhere out there, between the sheets and nestled in your hair, I am begging quietly, and you can hear me. You and I, amidst this rolling wave of energy, because I know this is not just a simple experience we share. To me, at least, it is so much more.

Depleted now, I stare unfocused at your hair upon the pillow. I am too exhausted, I think, to see the damnation of days past, but I am still ashamed to expose myself this way to you. In the afterglow, I am still on the verge of tears.

Have I offended you? I just need you to hold me tonight.