his face drifts to the side

Dear Diary:

 

I love Big Bad because Big Bad hesitates before he kisses me.  Big Bad hesitates to prolong that idyllic moment of anticipation.  Sometimes it seems as though the anticipation is almost better than the kiss.  I said almost.

 

“Take this longing from my tongue,
whatever useless things
my hands have done…”

 

 

I love Big Bad because when Big Bad kisses me my blood boils under my skin and burnishes my lips. When Big Bad kisses me my breath comes in wild gasps that make my fingers curl tight around his ever lengthening hair.

 

I love the way Big Bad raises his hand before smoothly placing it on the side of my neck.  I love the way Big Bad leans into me before Big Bad tenderly but abruptly rests his cheek against the base of my throat.  I love the way, with deliberate lateness, his hands slid down the sides of my neck.  I love the way Big Bad makes my body tremble.

 

“let me see your beauty broken down…”

 

I love the way his face drifts to the side as his nose skims across my collarbone.  I love the way Big Bad listens to my heart beating.  I love Big Bad for the silkiness of his touch, his deliberate lateness, the things Big Bad hears and for making me shiver with antici… pation!

 

 

“… like you would do
for one you love.”

 

 

Love,

 

Sin