The Tease
                            ..G.M.

The first touch,
our hands trembling and sweating.
The touch was instantanenous,
but lasted a lifetime.
Slowly our hands entwined,
fingers caressing each others palms.
Oh,
what bliss.
Slowly our heads turned,
our eyes meet,
my heart pounds,
and the sweat begins to pour off my brow.
We gaze into each others eyes for an eternity,
and then....
It starts.
little by little,
our heads move tward each other.
Her eyes close,
and our lips touch.
We sit,
embraced,
our bodies sweating,
pressed against each other tightly.
My lips,
crushed against hers,
and hers against mine,
our fluids mixing,
our bodies clutching.
My hand runs across her face fleetingly,
her hand slowly runs along my chest.
Slowly,
gently,
passionatly,
I start to kill her lips,
my hands continuing to caress her face and neck.
Slowly I kiss around her mouth,
my tounge slowly caressing her lips.
In time my passion wanders,
my hands slowly start to caress her back,
soon they wander back to run through her hair.
Slowly I start to kiss her chin,
her hands continuning to caress my chest and back,
her nails cutting into my body delightfully,
her breath making love to my ear.
My mouth strays and I kiss her neck,
My mouth savouring the tast,
my tounge caressing her flesh.
Gently I bite her,
and she jumps,
letting a small squek escape.
Her nails dig into my back,
and I pull her in even tighter.
I move back up to kiss her,
our bodies clutching despratly to each other,
the force is crushing,
yet gentle.
And we linger,
for eternity we linger,
tounges entertwining,
our hands frantic to caress each other,
our passion crushing us.
And she pulls away.
Fleetingly she touches my hand,
she smiles.
She tells me that she's going to bed,
and I am going to sleep in the room on down.
I smile back,
and steal a kiss.
She leaves,
closing the door.
and I sit down to cry.
as the tears run donw my face I think to myself.
I was expecting the guest room,
yet that was not the problem.
But my last kiss,
she pulled away,
as if,
as if I were a leper or something.
No words spoken,
she just pulled away,
and I felt I had been stabbed in the heart.
Later,
when the pain and tears subsided a little,
I slept.
The morning came and I looked forward to capturing another fleeting kiss.
I started to do just that and almost fell down.
She had changed,
her eyes and body launguage gave it easily away.
Her,
the woman I had known and talked to this blissfull weekend was gone.
There was no caring in her touch,
the one I never got,
she did not kiss me,
she did not hug me,
she spoke to me not as a freind, thought we were more, but as an acquantance.
And it tore me apart,
a part of my life,
my heart,
my soul,
nad my mind had been brutialy ripped from me,
and inside I sank to the floor,
sobbing,
my mind tearing its self to sherds,
trying to figure out what I did wrong,
to make her treat me as such.
So here I sit,
in a pool of tears and sweat,
still,
trying to find out,
why.

                        'End'


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