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Epicenter

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It was something so very simple,
only complicated by memory's kindling
when we sought out what torches
would light the way back to each other.

So I'll tell you what I remember,
no sugary wistful longing because
I'm already too tempted to mythologize
you and I into something else.

You'd rather know I was clutching
the raw epicenter of this instead.

I remember your hand reaching out,
almost hesitating once you saw
how I trembled in your proximity,
our eyes locked in that small bed
beneath the blanket we hid under.

I couldn't tell you what I thought then.

That, even if you left me broken and lonely,
I'd still have that contained moment where
the ends of two worlds pause before joining.

What I really want to say is
you looked at me as if I was beautiful.

It was something so very simple
only complicated by memory's kindling
when torches shook in hands
as we sought each other in the dark.

So I'll tell you what I remember,
no sugary youthful pining because
age has already moved me towards
fleeing even the most beautiful mythology.

You'd rather know that this was inked from
the most vulnerable epicenter possible .

I remember the initial clumsiness
as we raced to just undo one another,
how the more naked we became in every way,
the more our motions began to smooth out,
began to harmonize as we tasted and touched.

Our eyes met in the semi-dark,
your skin even more beautiful
in the television's shifting rainbows
glowing through the blanket we hid under.

I remember the silent pools gazing,
trembling together as you guided me inside
and softly bit your lower lip,
squeezing like you wished to keep me,
as if I'd be welcome forever.

I couldn't tell you what I was thinking then.

That, even if you left me broken and lonely,
all I knew here was possessing,
that I somehow told you everything
in the way our bodies curved together,
told you in moments that I once
believed we needed words for.

All I knew was surrender,
your arms and legs were a living lock
that held on to me as the most
delicate pulses passed between us.

And what I really want to say
is something so very simple.

You touched and made me
feel as if I was beautiful.
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Written by elliotlacey31
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