It Was

It was the way his lips craved my body like the ocean craves the beach, and the way his fingertips gently traced the heat of my skin. It was the way he undressed me with his eyes, a devious, sparkle flashing through them with a child-like grin spreading across his face. It was the way he kissed me from across the room, and the way his hands discovered me like the first time, every time. It was the way I couldn't look away from him, or more so, the way he couldn't look away from me. It was the way his deep kiss lingered between my thighs, and the way his tongue laced with mine made my toes curl. It was the way my hands were magnets to his chest, and the way my teeth marks sank into his shoulders. It was the way his warm breath brushed against my neck, and the heat we trapped in between our bodies. It was the way he moved me. The way he carried me. The way worshiped me even though that was something he said he'd never do. But that's just what it is now... what it was.