Nothing Else Matters
[So close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters]
He kissed her with everything he had; his passion seared her soul and set her nerves afire. Her skin flushed, sweated, and burned against his.
He was pale, while she was tan. Small where he was large. Smooth where he was rough. Soft where he was hard. They were a clashing of dissimilarities into a wondrous abstract portrait of infinite intimacy. Their breathing was erratic; it came out in harsh, panting gasps in between tumultuous kisses and frenzied pawing.
[never opened myself this way
life is ours, we live it our way
all these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters
trust I seek and I find in you]
Eyes closed, he felt her legs surround his hips, tug him closer to her core. He sank deep into her heat; her walls instinctively flexed around the intrusion, consumed and teased him from the inside out.
Blinking, his eyes opened wide as she urged his movements, quickened and hurried them. All that was in his vision was her; her hair, the wild, frantic look in her eyes as they climbed the dangerous heights together. The way her mouth hung open, letting out ragged moans echoing in the silence. His senses were tuned only into everything about her, the warm body beneath him, the hips undulating against his.
[every day for us something new
open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know]
Her hands dug into his scalp, pressing his head forward, crushing their lips into an endless meshing of lightning-fast motion; they were blurry and red-hot as the flames danced with the promise to envelope them in a matter of moments, of movements—the closer they were, the further the goal became, and he drove faster, harder, and slammed his hips against hers relentlessly.
Their pleasure shattered, rocked against them, as he sputtered out a moan as her depths encased him in the hot, tight passage between her thighs. Her body trembled as she came tumbling down from the ethereal heights they had found in the darkness lit only by a daunting moon through frail curtains.
[never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know]
They were there—in that spot together, tightly wound in a tangle of limbs and caressed with a sheen of sweat. She urged him closer to her breast, grasping his neck in her hands.
Easily, he wrangled out of her questing hands, and sat in the shadows and aftermath of something - nothing…everything.
Trying to ignore all sounds of reality intruding, she still heard the muffled sound of pants sliding up his legs, the sound of a belt buckle clicking, and the rumbling sound of the door thundering from the force of his anger, his passion, his inner turmoil, his confusion.
And she was left alone.
Strewn sheets, torn panties, and the low glow of the hanging moon.
Sad tears cascaded down her face as she whispered his name into the unforgiving darkness, selfishly wondering how long she’d be left in the darkness of their shameful secret.
[no nothing else matters]
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Author: zines@aol.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.