one shots

shorty swing my way [47]

december 2004
sunday
1:21 am

My manicured fingertips ran over the umber skin of his back, warm and brown and sculpted to perfection. He was practical art, beautiful and perfect for clothing the soul that probably would've blinded me otherwise. His spirit was so bright; it was part of the reason why I could never maintain eye contact with him. The light glowing within always peered through the windows of his soul like sun rays through sheer curtains. At this very moment, however, things were different.

I found myself losing myself in the pools of mocha that were only partially blockaded by his long eyelashes. It was like stirring a cup of coffee and putting yourself in a trance by watching the small tornado you've created. It was like being enveloped in nothing but chocolate.

My chocolate on his chocolate and our chocolate eyes melting into one another— our love melting into one another. Our spirits melting and doing more than just holding hands. I was his and he was mine and we were ours and together we were us. Everything that was us and would be us was a cypher of one being. We were one.

I had never felt so. . . unified with another person like this. I've been close before; there was no doubt about that, but this shit was magic.

"I love you," I told him, the words rolling off my tongue with ease. It had never felt so easy to pour my heart just as I was in this moment. I always felt this weight on me when I'd say it, but this time. . . this time, I felt as light as a feather. I watched that warm, cocky smile slide onto his face before he reciprocated my words, his voice smooth yet rough. The man was a breathing contradiction, but that's one of the things that I loved most about him. He was his own yin and yang— that's why he was always so centered and balanced. That's how he could always keep me grounded in myself. When you're right within, you can spread the wealth. Lesane shows me that every waking moment.

His walnut colored hand trailed my chestnut thigh while the slightest smile tugged at my lips. "Stop," I playfully whined, a full smile spreading onto my face like butter on bread as I attempted to push his soft hand off of my bare thigh. His adoring smile never left his smooth, coffee colored face as he simply joined hands with me. I giggled as he began trailing kisses from the corner of my lips and toward my neck.

His soft set of lips lined my tender skin as I watched my free hand glide against his skin and admired my nails. Damn, I loved the sight of dark skin paired with the color maroon. I was suddenly prompted to drag my nails along his back, light enough to soothe him instead of damn near scarring him up.

I was in utter ecstasy, letting my eyes flutter closed at the feeling of Lesane's free hand caressing my opposite thigh while his lips traced my skin. We had already made love, but this "pillow talking" was one of the best things about such an event. All of the kissing and cuddling and speaking in our own language was every bit of bliss that I dreamed of. It made me feel at home— like Lesane was my real home sweet home. It made me feel like Lesane was the one.

His lips eventually found mine, and after several sweet pecks and a small fit of giggles emitting from my lips, I found myself gazing into his eyes once more.

"I should get back to my room," I spoke only a little over a whisper.
"What's the rush?" he kissed my lips once more before resuming our stare-down.
"I'm not in a rush. I'm just sayin', L," I couldn't stop my smile from spreading even if I tried.
"Mm-hm," he looked me up and down for a brief moment before removing himself from the ever-so-comfortable place between my thighs.

It didn't take long for me to reattach myself to him, however. As soon as he lied down next to me, on his back, my head found his chest and my leg was brought up to his waist, wrapping around him halfway. He allowed me to do so, chuckling the slightest bit while pulling me closer and giving my forehead an endearing kiss.