she called me out of my shell, my protection from unknown things. she called me out and said ...

"stop. look at me."

she kissed me. i kissed her. never had i been kissed like that before. it might as well have been my first one.
not just for fun or pleasure. but for something that would symbolize an everlasting connection.

as time went on, she told me things. things that would keep me from entering that shell again. soon it was gone and I had become someone. as did she.

the link between us wasn't enough to keep us together...but none the less, still a link.

years of seperation and life experience...i once again found her. i was exstatic. I then said to her....

"i need this and i need you. please let this stay"

for the life of me I cannot remember her scent. Her taste. All I can conjure up is the way her body felt next to mine...up against me. Sheer heaven.

she haunts my dreams. my days. my nights. what did i ever do to deserve this torture....this utopia?

chains will keep us from ever touching again. this is the price. this is the price of loving a girl.