...And he didn't really care how she looked...the fact was that she was his...and will always will be...the fact how close they where...and always will be, and how amazingly beauitful she would be, no matter what, and always will be...

Still it rushes through me, in every pore,through every cell.

What is this . . . what feeling is this?
I cannot tell, what secrets unveil capabilities unknown to limits.

This absolute emmersion blankets my everyconscious thought.
Drawing you closer, bringing you here.
So close to me I dare not say - still not within my sight.
I feel your breath,,heat penetrating my skin like a hard summer rain.

I feel your face, your eyes, trace your mouth with my fingers.
You give me breath so close to your mouth, still we do not touch.

Smoldering fantasies ignite burning, lust and longing.
Desire tempts me.

"Move closer . . . " she whispers,
"closer, closer. "

A paradox? Closer to you,
like the finest lace - our bodies occupy exactly the same space.
Deeper you come!

Taking you in - surrounding me and filling me
"more...more"

CRASH! *I most certainly did not fall off your bed...nor did your mother just....phyiscally pwned you*

Eyes open, must I see?
Truth is now . . . this reality.

it was then, that he realised...it was then that he had confirmed...it was then...
no...

it wasn't just then
It was ages ago...that
he loved her...and knew that he would want to spend the rest of his life with her...forgetting various other dreams....because he had the best one...

with her...