My heart beat like a drum and my stomach dropped as I saw you.
I recognize the persona is one thing, yet all the cool and collected Dominance in the world would never have stood a chance up against matters of the heart, and mine was jumping out of my chest.
I ached for you from the moment we met until…well, I suppose I never have stopped. This ache has just grown and compounded now. My need for you is and always will be indescribable.
Indescribable. The only word that really describes how I feel about you.
I am a man cursed with the love of nostalgia. Sometimes I just like to look back. Sometimes, like now, I like to look back on that first moment.
That first physical connection. That first embrace. That first kiss. I like to look back and really remember it all. Each and every little detail.
This I guess is one of those times.
God, you looked as though heaven was approaching me. Each step, not measured in time but something else. Something magnificent.
It took me all of my courage to wait there and not just tackle you and make love to you right then and there. I acted cool and pretended I was not beside myself.
Until you reached me, and when you did, oh my fucking goodness.
I kissed you with more purpose and feeling than I have ever kissed anyone in my life and it wasn’t even close. It all became a blur to me almost immediately, and even now so it still is.
I remember a doorway. A wall. Some furniture. Some other stuff.
Not much room in my brain for the details other than for you. My mental capacity was full with you. I cannot even recall the specifics of much, other than the kiss itself and the feeling of you.
I definitely remember the most vivid details of the feel of you. The sweet taste of your breath. The delicate nature of your body. The beauty of your perfume. These parts, I remember with perfect vision like it was yesterday.
These parts, I will never lose.
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