Pain of the Heat
by admin • June 29, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 3 Comments
It happened again last night.
You entered my head as he was entering me.
I wanted it to be you.
I pretended he was.
When I closed my eyes, You made love to me for hours and I to you.
I didn’t want you to leave, but when I opened my eyes, you undoubtedly did.
In an instant, I went from ecstasy to heartache, then mourning for someone I can’t have.
I have seemingly moved on but my thoughts still go to you.
Why?
For how long?
When will you stop entering my mind, ?
When will I forget you. ?
How do I get you out of there?
I run from you in my head and you always catch me, and gently corner me somehow in there, playing with me- toying with me, making me smile.
In reality, You are not here.
I can’t believe I feel like this. I shouldn’t.
It makes zero rational sense.
This is not like me -at all.
Ever
At first, I was too frightened about the way you made me feel and it scared you too; I lost myself in your presence.
I was scared of your passion, your words of such intensity at me; I could barely catch my breath
You saw me weak and vulnerable.
I just wasn’t strong enough then.
You were flushed and intrigued.
When it was my turn- I froze- I am so sorry for that.
It is the biggest regret of my life. Damn it.
You must of thought I was on drugs -. I would have too.
I wasn’t- except for the most powerful one of all – love.
I know it sounds insane, but it’s what I know.
I know I am everything you wanted and spoke of.
I am that woman.
I promise.
What you thought of me- Is who I am-Sweet, strong, passionate and smart.
That way you used to gaze at me, said it all.
I felt that intensity and pressure from you in that room full of people.
It was just too much then.
I wish we could have healed each others wounds with kindness and laughter.
Instead, I ran.
I feel differently now…
I don’t care how we met, or through what cosmic circumstances put us in that same room together.
Strange at the time; it now comforts me.
If you were here, I would kiss every part of you to make you feel as if anything in the world is possible.
I hope you think of me some days and wonder what could have been.
I would swim oceans to get to you if I knew you ever thought of me that way still.
Instead, I do everything to try and forget you.
But my head and heart it seems, just won’t let you go.
Please Let me go.
Or come get me.
I beg you.
It hurts.
I still want you.
But love you too much to chase you.
Trying to let it burn out- I really am.
But this flame just keeps growing hotter and wilder, no matter how hard I try to put it out.
Help me put it out for good.
Or give us a chance and come feel the pain of the heat.
Erupt with me and then lay with me as we smolder it together with the delicious release of our bodies.
I ache for you.
Come get me, before it’s too late.
I’m not scared anymore.
I need you.
I love you

Loved the end of this one. Very sexy and soulful.
wow this was intense for me….. i’m a bit confused if you left him or he left you. but tell him you’re sorry, tell him you loved him too; before it’s too late.
@aallen,
Actually, there is nothing to apologize for. Not to him – or he to I. I wrote this about a lost opportunity of intense emotions I had for someone that could have been much more. Unfortunately, timing, pride and fear of being hurt again took over for me. We had both been through very recent break ups and enormous life changes. So ,we were both scared away from one another – simultaneously. Independent souls such as ours, need to feel worthy of love again when we are ready.
It was quite innocent and respectful- but sometimes the heart has to heal before it can leap again into the thought of something that intense, no matter how wonderful.
Since that time, I have tried to date or see men to try and forget about my lost opportunity but regardless of what I do, he still enters my mind. I wrote this to try and purge some of that to keep myself rational but inspired still.
I regret the timing we met, not the emotion I felt. Those types of encounters are rare for me , so I know it was special in some way. But I have made a promise to myself that if by chance he and I’s paths cross again, I would be ready to be the person that he knew I was-and more secure in my trust and abilities than I was at that time.
I had been through hell and back and oddly enough, I had forgotten what it was like to feel that way about someone again.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him, and wish the best for him- no matter where life takes me- I would want him to know that he gave me hope again. He gave me the strength to heal and become better than I ever was before. He taught me a lot in a very short time and so for that , I will always be grateful- no matter what.
Thanks for reading.