DICK-Matized
by LANA
All Rights Reserved by Author
Deep, fulfilling, meaningful, love, passion, beauty are all the lies that his
body tells me as he lies between my legs doing what he does oh so well. His eyes
look deep inside my soul and he sees the curiosity sparking within me. That’s
when he digs deeper, strokes slower, kisses deeply, fill me with him, speaks to
me with his body, and loves me passionately. I look into his eyes and see all
the little white lies, shit; the big black ones too. My heart breaks, my mind
races, but my body opens up and lets him in. I cry silently wanting to know how
is it that this man between my legs has me so DICK-matized. I ask myself, “Do
you love him? Yes, I do.” I close my eyes and picture the man that I used to
love, how he used to make love to me, how he used to kiss me, how he used to
touch me, how he used to be and my blood is flowing through my body making me
feel hot. I open eyes only to have my vision taken from me by the evolution of
the man that used to be. He’s grown into something I don’t recognize. His eyes
tell lies, his words sharp, his actions cold. Tears start to fill my eyes,
mostly because the man I used to love is now a stranger to me, and the other
part because it feels so damn good. He sees my tears starting to fall, and he
stops. No words are spoken from his mouth; he just kisses my tears and began to
make love to me. He puts his body so close to mine that it feels as if we are
one; he began kissing me on my neck and licking the trail that leads to my ear.
He goes faster sending my over the edge, I tremble he slows down. My tears
flowing freely because this man has caused me so much pain, but now giving me
the greatest pleasure. But hey pain is pleasure, right? He rises to his knees,
staring at me as my emotions flow. He sees me crying; trembling; waiting;
wanting; ¦needing; hoping; finally he pulls me to him. He holds me so tight as
if he was blocking all of the pain from the world, from myself from him. I feel
secure but knowing that it will only last for the moment. I close my eyes and
accept. Quick flashes of all the pain that he has caused crosses my mind like it
was only yesterday, and all the feelings of hurt, pain, and heartache hit me.
Crying uncontrollably he soothes me with his lips, molest me with his hands,
sells me his dreams with his words. I shouldn’t be here but I can’t leave, his
body holds me hostage, his eyes heavy like chains on me. I’m lying on the bed
being brought back to reality by the moisture of his tongue. First on my neck,
then lower to my shoulder, my breast, my stomach, my knees, my thigh, my inner
thigh, my love. He’s watching me intensely but I cant look back. He holds my
waist. My back arches; he goes faster. My legs tremble; he goes faster. My body
tenses; he slows down. I explode. He kisses my quivering lips. “Look at me,” he
whispers against my chin. I hesitate. I slowly open my eyes and, for the first
time in a long time, I see the man I love on top of me. His eyes showing
sincerity; his face showing adoration; his smile showing warmth. He stares
deeply into my eyes and tells me so much without saying a word. He loves me. He
cares for me. He needs me. He wants me. He has to have me. He can’t live without
me. And at that moment I realized the reason why this man has me so DICK-matized.