Super short story

I had a dream that was just too good to forget. This is called Burning Lips and Fingertips. I might use this again in the future for something...it's kind of up in the air. I just needed to write it down.

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His lips were all over my face. His hands were wreaking havoc on my hips.

“This isn’t real,” he murmured into my mouth.

“I know,” I breathed.

Our lips came into contact once more and we were desperately trying to reach every inch of each other we could. My hands were on the sides of his neck, my thumbs stroking his jaw. He groaned in the back of his throat, so I pressed my chest into his.

We both knew that this was a dream. We both knew that this intense heat we shared in this limbo did not exist in the waking hours. And this knowledge tore us apart.

“I want this to be real,” I whispered in the brief moments that his lips weren’t ravaging mine. “I want this to be real so badly.”

“I know,” he said in reply.

Our faces moved together in harmony and our skin was blazing with intense fire wherever we touched. We continued our frenzied kisses, stealing each other’s breaths and sharing a single pounding heartbeat.

Eventually, the heat became too much for us to bear, so we parted. He laid his forehead on my shoulder and I bent my head so our ears touched. After our breathing slowed, I pressed my lips against the warm, bare skin covering the cradle of his neck and shoulder. A groan rumbled deep in his chest and reverberated in my own. Our kisses resumed and suddenly became frenzied and frantic, because we knew at any minute, the other would disappear and we would never know when we would see each other again.

It happened too quickly. One moment, he was moving in between my knees with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck and in the next, they were wrapped around nothing at all.

He was gone.

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Ciao.