Allowing the emotion to spill forth

The taste of my tears on his lips...

Proving that we are human.

Reminding him that it is painful for me to cry in front of people. That my throat closes up, my heart pounds and my face feels as though it will explode.

"Don't you remember? I told you that it is physically painful for me to cry infront of someone."

He moves towards me with fluid grace, with a hushed tone, barely over a whisper he says, "No, I don't remember that."

With that, I am engulfed in his embrace. The tears spring forth, spilling over my cheeks. Trying to breathe. To fight them back... not winning but no longer struggling against the deluge.

I anchor myself, grabbing his jacket... not leltting go.

His breath in my ear, on my face. I turn to him to just look at him and in his eyes the reflection of my own bears down on me.

The yearning.

The desire.

The need.

So much more than carnal.