Her lips trembled
She lay there beside me. Her head on my shoulder, her face, peacefully asleep. I could smell her hair, her long silky hair.
She stirred in her sleep. I smiled. It was always beautiful watching her sleep. I kissed her ear and whispered that it was time to wake up. Her eyes opened slowly, a pair of large hazel iris stared at me. She leaned towards me, begging for a kiss. I gave her one, and more, and another more.
She pressed herself against my body, eyes closing again. I slipped my hand under her shirt, moving slowly over her body, finally resting over her bra. She stirred again, almost as if she was consciously aware of what was going to happen next.
I slipped my hand under her bra and felt her nipples. They were already hard. My hand cupped her breasts as my fingers played with her perky nipples. She let out an involuntary gasp, as she pulled me even tighter, as though telling me not to stop.
I couldn't stop. I could feel myself getting warmer and warmer as her body started moving on her own. I slipped my other free hand into her panties and felt her wet soaking vagina. I could smell her, it just made me even more turned on.
I fingered her. I toyed with her nipples. I kissed the nape of her neck. I pressed my hard penis against her now naked body. I begged her to take me in immediately.
I slipped into her. She was tight, very tight. I could feel her wrapping around me. Embracing me. She let out another gasp, louder this time. Her eyes were wide open now. WThose sweet hazel eyes. Those tasty lips. I couldn't stand it anymore as I started pushing myself in and out. She gasped everytime. Her hands gripped me tight and her legs wrapped around my body. It was an amazing feeling.
I kissed her again and again to the rhythm of our movements. She moved just as fiercely and passionately as I did. Her hips dancing to the sound of our pants and gasps.
Accelerando. We moved faster and faster. Her hips moving in tandem with mine. I felt the welling surge of an orgasm. She breathed faster and panted louder. I could not hold it anymore. I pulled myself out and ejeculated over her naked body. She grinned as she put her hands on my face. She was so beautiful. And she was mine. Mine to pamper and care for, and we had just made love. Her lips trembled with emotion as she moved the words "I love you". I kissed her, and whispered back "I love you too."
And with that, you have stolen my smile.
This "choice" you've been forced to make. I know it hurts you. But it hurts me too. Probably more. The revelation that no matter how good I am, or how much I try, or how much I want to keep you, will never be enough. This is enough to crush a person. I had hoped beyond hope that I could make you happy. And that I could make you smile like you do when you see me. All these will never happen again. This is painful beyond words.
I was once asked, "why don't you want to meet or text your ex? Why can't you look back at the memories as happy ones?"
My reply is, "it is precisely because they were happy memories, that make them too painful to bear. We will never frequent the same shops again. We will never chat like we did till dawn again. We will never hold each other in our hands again.We will never kiss again. It is this that makes these memories painful."
Yet some part of me is angry. Pissed off. That once again someone else has been able to dictate yours and my happiness. That you couldn't rebel against the order. And that you chose the "easy" way out. If love stories like Romeo and Juliet has taught us anything, it is that love will always win.
Will I rather die young and ostracized by family if it meant I was happy with you? Yes definitely. To me life is too short to not feel. Musicians are too sensitive to not love.
Yet again I understand. This is your choice. And once you've decided it. We will never ever work again.
Hence, with a few simple texts, you have stolen my smile.
- There was once two lovebirds
Whose very wish was for their love to be heard
They kissed each other when they could
And held each other as though they never would
- They played and sang together
Hoping it could last forever
The made plans and dreams with each other
Promising to make them happen whenever
- The mother bird cuckoo-ed one day
And the birds were left apart
All their hopes and dreams
Are now but regrets and memories
- And with that their hearts were sealed
Their happiness forgotten
And the light in their eyes dimmed
As their smiles, forever stolen