Summer...

Warm Honey Like Caramel

The sunlight cascading through the peaks between the sheer curtains, setting an ethereal glow upon his golden skin. A gentle breeze caress' his face, allowing the silky hair layer upon his head to shift delicately, giving me the rare view of his forehead, secretly covered by the honey like fluff. Seeing the whirl pool of his hair growth showing me a new side to him for he has always been taller- the fact comforting me as I dream to be wrapped around those long lean arms.
The slight scratch of his pencil, carried by the long slim model like fingers; the humming buzz of crickets playing out on the vibrant green grass, also bathing in the afternoon of the summers day.

Leaning upon my palm as my gaze never seems to leave him, oblivious to my stare.
Cheekbones that shimmer prettily, kissed by the sun, compare to nothing like his glorious box like smile, that will never seize the day of blinding me, as I feel the increased pitter patter of my heart.

Joining the constellation of his cute moles as they enhance his uniqueness that I seem to be enchanted by. On the corner of his left eye, to the one on his right ear, one just on the corner of neck, up to the one on his nose; that you can only see by the slight shift of his head, when he would look up in wonder, seeing the twinkle in his eyes and the rotation of the clock works running through his head has he becomes enchanted by things of complete strangeness.
Feeling the presence of my eyes, he glances up at me away from his artwork- that he was concentrating on so much, you could see the peak of his little red tongue protruding, somehow giving him the comfort and confidence to carry on drawing his master piece.

Our eyes lock.

Dark chocolate pools, dragging me in closer without my acknowledgement, as we gaze at one another. Unknown emotions seem to swirl in his eyes, allowing the flutter like feeling to bubble in my stomach as I feel like I'm drowning in the intensifying atmosphere that seems to grow with every second our gazes seem to never fault.
Blood rushes fast, as my heart beat quickens, I squirm in my chair, a burning like feeling growing on the tips of my ears.
Embarrassment and frustration seem to grow within me as I show such obvious actions towards his presence; with how he can affect me so easily. Throat tightening, lips drying that I come to notice as I uncontrollably swipe my tongue across them, however failing in the need to hydrate my parched lips.

A slight rosy hue becomes present upon his pore-less cheeks, unmistakably catching me off guard, as I come to my senses, once again -only slightly- noticing the small unmissable distance between our faces; slowly gravitating towards one another.
Feeling the small puffs of warm air that escapes his Luscious pink plumped lips- that seem to haunt me all night, give off this strange feeling of lust that soon seems to empower me, but not over the strong care I feel towards him.
My white as snow hands tremble as they raise closer toward him, allow me to fully appreciate the beautiful contrast between our skin; his, like the caramel coffee as I'm the white froth that lays gently upon it, both swirling together to make enchanting patterns.

I hesitate, searching for any discomfort that may be present in his mischievous eyes, that glint at me, almost mocking as they see if I dare to make the move, however with slight playfulness yet wonder, questioning on whether I have the guts to do the unspeakable.
As soon as I realise there Is none, I gently place the pads on my fingers with the rest of my palm upon his cheek, slightly ghosting above them, afraid that this moment could shatter and break forever by any wrong movement. However I don't fail to hear the not so quiet hitch that comes past his lips, or the slight movement of him leaning towards my palm encouraging me to carry on, fuelling my need for him at that moment.
With no seconds to spare a thought, I lean in.

Applying the softest pressure upon the treasure I have always admired, showing the appreciation and care that I've felt since I've ever laid eyes upon him. Engraving the most beautiful moment in my life, as our lips glide upon one another, slowly yet not undesirable -growing in passion the force almost bruising- not one of lust but of something I have never thought of gaining from the most precious person in my hands.

My rough calloused hands upon his soft supple cheeks, with his fingers threading through the little hairs I have on the back of my nape, and his right wrapped around my bicep, oftentimes giving a light squeeze of encouragement. Slightly shifting the angles of our faces as our nose  almost bumping to stay rested upon one another's cheeks. The swipe on my tongue coming in to contact with his bottom lip release a slight whimper as his lips part allowing our tongues to gentle caress one another. The soft warm wet velvety feeling only seems to encourage me more to hear the precious gasps and whispers that I seem to pull out of him as a graze my tongue of the bumps of his teeth.

A warm feeling blooming within my chest like a flower, spreading through all the nerves in my body, electrifying me as my heart rattles along my ribcage as my feelings burst with happiness.
However the moment nearing an end due to the lack of oxygen forced us to break apart, leaving off the slight tingling sensation upon my chapped lips, the feeling of his lips lingering upon mine. Our breaths mingle together due to the lack of movement away from each other, as we are still to be embracing one another. I close my eyes, as the pads of my thumbs gently caressing the skin under his eyes and fingers near his ears, as I feel him entangling his fingers further into my raven hair giving off soothing sensations to ripple through my body and down my spine.

Upon reopening my eyes, the blush upon his cheeks seems to intensify as I choose to display a gummy smile that radiates off my face with content of what has just happened. Also noticing the slight sheen upon his cushioned lips, bruised and puffy from the previous activities, however only seem to allow territorial feeling the grow at the thought of someone else witnessing this, leading me to graze the pads of my thumb across those sinful lips to wipe away the spit. Being so overwhelmed, I bump our foreheads together relishing in the warmth radiating from him .

We say nothing. 

But we don't need to, for the messages sent from each other's eyes is enough to tell us; for that was the moment I would never regret doing something without thinking it through.

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