The Life Of Me.

I Miss Writing

You know I haven't written anything recently apart from a couple of poems, and I think I wrote those months ago. I just can't seem to just sit down and get something written. My imagination for original work feels incredibly dried up, and it's starting to get to me. I love writing. I loved posting things on here and getting reviews for all my new material.

But it's just lost.

I'm going to try and write something random now...just to see what I can get going...

"You're so funny!" I told him, snuggling into his arm, and closing my eyes.

"Funny looking you mean!"

Slowly I turned to face him. "You know, I never thought that would get old. But you say it every SINGLE TIME!" My fingers dove down to his ribs and I tickled him lightly. "It's probably my own fault..." I began, as he writhed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "I mean, I should just stop saying it, but I can't help it if you make me laugh!" We were both laughing now, and his beaming smile sent shivers down my spine.

A moment passed.

He caught me off guard and rolled me over so that he was now in control of the play-fight. I pouted. I loved it when he leant over me like he was, a predatory look in his eye, yet a tenderness gleaming softly behind it. He brought his free hand to my face, and his fingers trailed down my cheek slowly, moving towards my chin. Slowly, he leant down further, his hand now cupping my cheek instead.

I couldn't help but shiver again. I was terrified and excited at the same time. The way he was looking at me now, his lips moving closer and closer to mine, was so full of unrestricted passion that my stomach was doing flips. He smiled for a moment, opened his lips slightly, and pressed his soft, warm lips against my own. Electricity filled my body, a wondrous fire of emotion racing through my veins. I breathed heavily into his kiss, and moved my hands to his hair, threading my fingers into his short, brown locks. The kiss deepened, and our tongues met. In this moment of pure, unadulterated passion, I also experienced a moment of pure clarity. This man...this man with his warm, soft lips, and his curly hair...this man with the sparkling eyes, the gentle touch, loved me very much. And I was now beginning to realise just how much I was in love with him. I pulled back and smiled, sighing a little.

"What?" he questioned.

I let a moment creep by before I said anything. I took a deep breath, and felt something strong and fiery withing me stirring. I shrugged. "I love you."