Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.

You-Part1

Im lonely. Without soul, life. I want a better part of life. A part with a special someone. And that person was you for so long until I realized it. I wanted your body against mine, the warmth of you clashing with my cold, open arms. The sweet sweet smell of your hair, the juicy, plump, delectible taste of your lips. The feeling of your tongue intertwined with my own. You do a little jump, resting your weight on my hips after wrapping your legs around my waist and coming in closer.
Walking over to the couch, a thought races through my head; what happens next? We tumble overeachother, desperate to get another taste of the other's lips. Grabbing at eachothers necks and backs we sprawl for a better grip on the other. Without success we gracefully, slowly, lightly, pull apart our lips. I try to stutter out "I lov-" She places a finger on my lips forcing me to stop talking. "Shush," you say as you lean in for one more kiss; gripping my shoulders and the back of my head, reeling me in closer to you. As we finish out last embracement, you step up from the couch with a silly smirk on that beautiful face of yours. As you walk away I breathe heavily, what just happened? Although I had no clue I knew it had to happen again. I love you, whomever you were...