– Baby... do you really want this? – you whisper with closed eyes, your voice cracks every time his lips touch your body. His lips are so soft, warm and wet as he caresses your sides with his long pianist fingers. Playing you like his favourite melody of all. As if he wouldn't write a thousand lines about you already... Smiling, you're slowly forget about your previous plans completely, but you still try to focus. You have to. At least today...
– It's your day, honey. It's your birthday... – you say while your fingers slowly, but steadily make their way from his chin onto his hair. His beautiful hair...
He pulled off from you while he gently placed his palms to your belly. You bite your lips. You were the most sensitive there. And he knew it. Your favourite...
You ruffle his hair and he looks into your eyes, he seems excited, serious and loving at the same time. Like when he was 17, a shy boy, with one dream. Then his hardest years came and you weren't there, and soul turned black as his eyes, shiny from tears and striped - shredded from all the cracks there. Your own heart broke every time you applied warm butter over them, careful not to hurt him - it was impossible. They runned so deep... they didn't protect him. And you weren't there...
But at least now he's got gold in the cracks.
But then a gloomy autumn came, with it's dark skies, heavy clouds and pressed flowers, and the smell of pumpkin spice coffee all over the street. And he said you made him feel like a kid again... As he should. The sweetest boy in the whole world - with a heart of gold and glass. He should never cry. At least not by your side, you made sure about that already in the beginning.
– Every day is my day, since i know you.
...As if he could read your mind. Maybe he really did and that's why you're still here alive.
– I really really want it – he says while he draws figures on your lingerie. You gulp from the feeling and you feel so much emotion in that moment you don't even know how to express it. And your plan... Birthday boy, birthday boy but my goddess, butterflies everywhere...
– Will you let me... jagi? – he asks from you, his eyes are big and sparkling, just like the universe. Your whole universe. Pisces eyes, he got those ocean eyes... pisces eyes, no you don't have to hide... You smile while you reach down to his face and start caressing his hair. He painted it again. Soft lavender locs curling around your fingers, tickling your skin, as if he would've want to caress your fingers back with his curls. And he looks up at you with those beautiful, pleading eyes... He's so pretty you could cry. And all yours, you could scream. And...
– Of course i let you love... I'll let you do anything – you smile into his hair. He knew it. – I just thought i could make you feel so good and special... I mean that we may could focus only on you – you stutter, starting to feel yourself confused. Then he gently takes your jaw in his hand, and starts kissing you so sensually and passionately that you can't add any more, just enjoy it laying down on your back.
– I love you so much – he says you after the kiss, and you almost start sobbing when he suddenly grabs you by your hips and rips off your panties. You can't even say anything, before you already feel his lips down there. He groans from the feeling and your back is arching when you feel his tongue sliding into you.
giving back to the community which raised me up and healed me...
