no memory, just her

a sip, in inhale, hold close, over my sholder her lips on my neck, her smell intoxicating, i return. these words, strangly important, my hand agian her head on my neck, my hand on her sholder, head leaned as far back as it will go, her hair covering my face, like silk over water, she is every dream i never had the imagination to concieve. she is love, and lust, and every thing in between. she will drive you up a wall and to the piano to write symphaniens that make motazart look like a fourth grader stuggling to make it though his recidle. she is insperation. i have nine picturs in front of me. all freshly washed, days ive spent perfecting them, thinking of only them, in trans, in love, enslaved, these forographes were all that i had; her lips move aginst my neck, warm soft, i feel the suttle, implication of teeth. what photographs. i am lost, i am hers, living only in that moment. my hand silps over her shoulders and the tips of my nails slide almost instinctivly to her sholder blade then in an arch down her back, my elbow strait up, my hand slowly sliding up. no clothes restrain us, the suttlest tuck of the tips of my finges and i feel a shiver run down her back as my hands come to a rest on securing her thricept. her skin is so worm and softer then any cotton, i open my mouth and breath heavey on the bottom of her ear, a nible is all it takes, she begins to bit in a little harder to my neck, what dark room what photos, what ciggerette, what chair? im not sitting am it?! there is only her, my lips run down the back of her check bone then plunging of the edge of the clif to her neck, he face now above me, still breathing her hair, my hand has some how slipped to the far side of her neck. i can feel her heart pulsing, every kiss, moving a difrent portion of her, her hand on my chest sher finaly spins my chair to face her, my eyes cant find anouth focus but hers, she is beautifull, my hand slides off her shoulder to her side then down to the small of her hip as she leans forward over me, still transfixed by the look in her eyes. wit hmy other hand i use one finger to place her hair befind her ear then settle on the back of her neck, my eyes begin to close as i pull her lips towards mine, the second hand rises, meeting the first with its finger tips at the back of her neck, her fhands planted on the arm rests of my chair to support or fragile body. her knees pressed anents the seat, holding mine in place. she begiens to slip forward, but wuickly we descover, as we have a thousand times before that this simply will not work, and we slowly rise, as one, stil connected, still embraceing each others kiss. she begins to step back words then tursn her head slowly while i kiss every ench that crosses in my line of sight,ending at her shilder and on her hair, my hands find their way around her waist, and we walk, as one, to the bedroom.