Just Another Time (kittyoemily+A_Million_Arrows)

They say every time a baby is born the world pauses to take a breath. A breath after holding a breath, only for a moment(After all the most important thing has now been made.),so now it was time to relax. How could the world relax however. They say babies are born every minute, of every day. Wouldn't that mean two hundred percent times play is actually in pause? Shouldn't this moment be going slower than it is? Shouldn't my drops of sweat not be making its way down my back faster than I can inhale, and exhale? Should not my heart have some time to relax and not feel like lightening keeps striking it every other second?

My nose breathes in like an crevice filling with water from the ocean's tide. It is able to swallow some, but some is also sloshed about exiting before it entered the door way. While my mouth blows out like a gust of warm air hitting a cold front. It does not simply settle. It is swooped upwards in between kisses, and I can feel it condensing in-between our faces. It was like being over a searing active volcano as it boiled. Boiled hot indeed as my face started to sweat rapidly.

If I thought the world was moving too fast before, than my perception is looking through light year glasses now. Everything came too quick. I tried and count the drops in the storm, like now it does not work. One can not take in all of his surroundings. They say you take in less than five percent, and only about one percent is ever memorized and meant for recollection again. I take in the breathing of her, and the soft hands as they press up under against my shirt. So slick and smooth, but I aim to keep my eyes on her eyes. Those eyes as they followed her arms, how they looked like a rabbit ready for some carrots. She indeed wanted more than I first thought. I wanted a plethora of more, than I first thought.

Even as I have grown used to her lips detaching themselves from mine, it still seared of that of a freshly burnt finger from a blazing fire. It ached and longed for ice.My lips longed for lips to touch mine once again, the lips being the ice. To hold them together in a comfortable manor. To not have to deal with the pain of lacking of the ice needed to stop the pain.I did not know however that Ice was not the best medicine for a burn. I would not have ever known if I have not left the districts to find myself in the hospital of the capitol. The capitol where there is true medicine for a burn, one that out competes the ice far more., "Be mine forever Aaron, don't ever leave me." was the medicine. The medicine I was able to hear, and heal myself with. The searing subsided as I realized what those words meant for me.

They were longer and more intricate than those that I could have said. I feel bad that I was only able to convey “please never end” while she was able to give me a symphony of words. To put them into what I really wanted to say. I meant that. I wanted her to be mine. Why did I not do it. I was like that one flower to only open up half way. To never realize that opening all the way is the best way to spread ones pollen, to attract the bees to spread the pollen. While she was the flower to not only able to open up all the way, but to grow taller so the bees are more likely to notice her.

Just when I thought I had the biggest, and best piece of meat I was proven wrong as she spoke yet another two couplets of words. “For I love you.” The words rolled off of her tongue, and into the air like a morning finch in the spring trying to attract a mate. She has done so properly. Perhaps some of her efforts needless since the minute that we had met, I had found myself caught in her tendrils. I did not know it then, but I know it now. I know she was too good for me. I knew that I was like a five year old speaking at my best, and she was like Robert frost even at her lowest, but I knew better enough to admit this to her. For I wanted her more than I could ever deserve her.

Unsure once again of what I would say I allowed( and desperately desired) her to go in for a full kiss again. Her pounding on my chest only heightens my lust for her some more. She was an intelligent fly trap, knowing what sparks my interests the most. If I had to describe what it would be like to see a sun explode this would be it. Something unable to be defined. Something one cannot describe. The words you can even compare, make the whole scene feel mediocre in comparison to what you really saw and felt, and smelt. My heart was pounding faster than ever. I thought I might die right there. Die from all of the excitement. I thought my heart may give out. IT was beating faster than that of any career training, and with good reason too. I knew I owed her words back, and I knew its been a bit since she gave me herself in those words. So now I must do the same.

The moment I broke our lips, I once again felt awful. I could not stand it at all so I must tell her this another way. I pulled her in for a deep hug and started to whisper in her ears. This works out in multiple ways, for I needed to her touch to keep me living from now on out. Also I don’t think I could have said this any louder. “ I will be yours, as long as you will be mine, for I can’t live with out you.” I paused where I normally would have gulped, but instead I found courage as I continue to whisper in her ears. “LAPAS
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