Lost Lovers

Lost Lovers
by Caz
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Rated PG13

Deep within my soul, within my heart, I can feel you, whispering my name, silently answering the ache inside me, keeping me calm, keeping me aware, of where I am and who I am and what we are. Lost lovers.

When you are near, you can sense my desire as I sense the steady throb of yours and it sweeps through my body leaving me awash with longing and heady with its strength. It is powerful, it's strong, and it's eternally there.

For both of us.

I dream of you beneath me, and upon me, surrounding me both physically and surrealistically. But most of all, I dream of you at home, inside of me and I reluctantly climb out of the dreams drenched with desire, time and time again with my arms always silently reaching out for you, but I only end up clutching at my own intimate scented air as it surrounds me instead.

And it hurts, so much, to lose us.

As I remember you, I am remembering me. We were both so young, so innocent and so very naive that first time. I‘d heard about love and of the force that it takes to hold you within it‘s arms, but I had never been touched by it. I had never felt the magic.

That was until you came along. That was until you stormed into my life, caught my eye, my heart and my fantasies and you showed me what love, ~real~ love, really was.

It was better than my wildest imagination. Better than my most secretive dreams, the ones where you strip me down, inside and out and show me what you can do to me, and I begin to burn with need. Invisible hands tracing paths along my body. Your hot breath, pouring from your mouth as you tell me what you want. What you need. What you are going to take.

And your body, Hay, long and lean, fitting against mine, like it belongs no place else, moving with a rhythm matched only by your tongue as you plunge in and out...in and out... in and out...

Oh God, here I go again.

I want to feel that way again. I want to feel you.

~You~, Hayden.

Not the dreams, nor the memory, and not my own careless hands trying desperately to re-enact yours. I need to feel the tender sweep of your fingertips gliding over my skin, searching out my secret places as your lips set fire to my heart.

I need to lose myself in your blue eyes as you hover above me, waiting, waiting until that perfect moment when our souls connect, our indecisions melt, our lips touch, and our bodies finally give into the importance of what is about to be, and we surge into one being.

I need it.

I need you, Hayden.

I can't keep concealing my thoughts from you, it's slowly killing me. Just knowing what we could be together again is like dying every time I think of us.

We have so much to give to each other, more than what we had before. ~Better~ than what we had before. So why do we hesitate? Why can't we accept the love that destiny has bestowed upon us? Why are we ignoring the gift that God created, just for two people like us?

We came together by chance and were not ready for the full power of what love entailed for a couple like us. And now, we‘ve come face to face again, heart to heart, and soul to soul, and we‘re still not ready to take that leap into eternal oneness.

But why not, when it is as obvious as the love that shines in your eyes for me, and as heady as the desire that seeps from your soul when you are near me that we are meant to be. And why can‘t I reach out my hand to take yours and give in to what we both want?

We were meant to touch, and feel. We were meant to love, and make love, with each other. Why don't we, Hayden?

Why don‘t we?