There was something that always left her so breathless, always wanting more of and from him, always wanting it all.
"I’m not a wanting person," Ironically, she’d told others before him. "I usually content myself with what’s there."
But here she was now, always wanting, always hungry, always in need of more.
His presence was like that of the sea mercilessly clawing at cliff edges, slowly wearing them down and carving into them. He would do as he would, regardless, not knowing how his every move shook her to the core.
It felt to her, like being alive.
Written on May 1st, 2013, and uncovered months later. Still holds true, and I will never think of rain the same way again.
Originally posted on Tumblr on August 1st 2013