Why Have You Forsaken Me?
My fingers gently brush his neck, im trying so hard…his fingers run across his ribs as he takes his shirt off his body. he angles himself to hold me, but I position myself slightly behind him. he looked confused. untill i kissed him gently on the back. oh man…I touched him like he was the most sacred thing in the world..I placed my finger tips on his shoulder blades and as softly as i could traced them down his sides. he shook, bad. I pressed my lips on his shoulder, to tell him its ok…to not be embarrassed…we didn’t say a word. his body was warm beneath my lips as i felt his skin…its not like mine..its so clear and smooth…i touched him like he was the most beautiful thing ive ever seen, because he was. I let my hands trace the outline of his silhouette as my lips gently collided with his ribcage as he inhaled. i was touching more than just his skin. and i remember it being slightly painfull to give that much of myself to him. because i know he could feel it. it was like being under water but not needing to breathe. i was diving my way into him, and swimming my way through his soul. I didnt think about it, i just wrapped my arms around his chest from behind and leaned my face against his back. I felt like i should get up, but a voice in my head told me to just give it a minute…that he needed it. His lips eventually found mine, my hand caressing the left side of his face. and every part of me wanted to say it. it felt so right…”i love you” i said silently…he didnt hear me…but he said it back “i love you” i layed on his chest and ever since that moment i have been trying to remember the sound of his voice. its sad how as soon as a memory is made, you start to forget. no matter how many times you play it in your head, or try to hold on, you start to not remember. and soon i wont remember the sound of his voice at all, or exactly how that night felt, soon i wont remember the feel of his lips.
