One Last Time [A4A]

One Last Time (A4A)



It's been a while hasn't it?  A while since we last spoke, let alone seen each other.

I've thought about calling,  texting,  something to establish contact.

But I couldn't bring myself to. Be it fear,  nerves,  maybe even shame.

Maybe I knew what I wanted to say,  maybe I couldn't say it.

Maybe one day,  I'll do it. After today,  I know I regret it. The only real regret i have about us.

That,  and letting us fall apart.

(sigh)

Last night,  I dreamt. That which woke me,  and left me blue.

Making my thoughts drift to you.

The times we had, good and bad.

And that made me think,  if given one more chance,  one last time, would I take it?

Would you?

To hold you again, feel you in my arms,  the warmth of your body

against mine. Your fingers tangled in mine,  our lips brushing against each others.

That is when the familiar tingle runs through me.

The yearning returns,  and all feels right.

And for that moment,  I want you again. I need you again.

I have you again. You are mine,  and I am yours.

We dance,  our familiar dance of lust and desire.

Clothes shed,  lights low,  our bodies  slowly become one.

My hands explore the familiar terrain of yours,

The taste of your body intoxicating me once again...

As I run my tongue along the flesh that was once mine....

Feeling the excitement build once again...

Your hands on me,  touching me in places that only you knew how to find.

Tickling senses only you knew how to tease.

And I'm brought back to the pleasure we used to share.

(mmmm...) such pleasure.

And as I get further lost in my thoughts of you,

I find myself touching. Playing. Pushing me further into my fantasy of having you,

(optional, begin playing)

One last time.

As I play, I remember the things you'd say to me,  urging me on,  instructing me.

Telling me just how to please myself,  how you like to hear me express that pleasure.

I can hear your voice in my head, the sounds you make in response to mine.

And I go faster,  harder...beg for more,  beg for you...

"please..." I tell myself...

And that begging has such double meaning...

Pleading you to make me feel the ecstacy you once did,

Yet pleading,  to not remind me,  that it is no more...

That I never want to leave this place I came back to...

Even though I knew it was fleeting...

But I am here....and so are you.

So come with me....this one last time.

Please. Make me feel it...make me love it...

One. Last. Time.

(if playing,  climax now)

And as I bask in the familiar afterglow of pleasure...

As I've done with so you many times before...

I smile.

For I have just relived one of the best moments we shared

And that is what I want to remember...

(sigh)

Time will move us both forward...

But now I know,  you are only as far

As I keep the last memory of you...