You Said a Million Words Without Using Your Vocal Chords

Your eyes followed every step I took, every swing of my hip. You mapped out the way my hair fell over each ear and how I constantly fussed with each strand until it lay perfectly still against my temples. Your eyes told me how bad you craved my body, my physical affection. Your eyes were a dead giveaway to how your adulteration remained noticeably more salient than my emotional love for you, yet I continued to ignore that message

Your smile spoke a mile a minute explaining just how much you lusted after the curve of my back and my breasts. Your smile simulated the devilish grin upon the face of a predator as the predator cornered the prey it had long been awaiting. Your smile pierced my vision and apprised me of the devilish anticipation you held; however, I chose to look past it and continued loving you.

Your fingertips traced the length of my calf and intrigued me, for I believed you just wanted to feel the smoothness of my skin rather than express your lust for my body. Your fingertips became ensnared in my hair as you pulled me upon your body and attempted to expel my childlike love from my body. No strings attached of course. Your fingertips became whispers of sexual desire, and I had no idea what you wanted from me.

Your hands reached out for my body, but I thought you were reaching for my hand to hold. Your palm brushed the arch in my back as we hugged, but it didn’t stop there. My body became a fortress of sexual desire, and your palms screamed of sexual innuendos. My palm gasped for your touch but simple handholding was not enough for your head to accept.

Your body slithered next to me as the final shreds of my innocence shattered, and I knew what I was to you. I soon became nothing more than a bed to lay your figure upon. Your physique became the only object I was allowed to know about you because we were nothing more than a shallow friendship. I was nothing more than an object you lusted after with your wolf like pants and howls of desire.