Unfulfilled Regrets

He looked at me like he uncovered a truth. I was no longer numb to his presence. As he climbed over me in his avid confidence, I found myself subconsciously laying back. The truth he uncovered was my indifference, rather, my former indifference towards him. The risk of his delicate sensuality chilled me into an attraction I was ignorant of. It was, after all, a surprise. “Vincent, this is-” but I was hushed. His hand sliding up my thigh to my waist. He knew it was wrong too, but I didn’t want him to stop. As he held himself up by his idle hand, he caressed my cheek - inhaling my neck. I was numb, I had experienced it before but not like this. His thumb cautiously withdrew to my lips as I bit the lower in absent pleasure. My face- flushed- displayed my utter shock in his intense habit of stimulating my thoughts and theories. He lifted, almost as magnetically I got up following his face with my head soon pressing against his lips. His left hand resting on my shoulder demonstrating the same regret I felt. Regret of not completing our desire before we regained our logic. 

December 31, 2009