I'm single, ya know?

I'm just expressing my feelings in the journal. Why the heck not?

I miss cuddling.

I don't do that with my dog, nor with my mom, nor with my cousin, nor even with my pillow. The woman is the only one who can satisfy warm cuddling.

Her leg over my leg, her cute arm laying on my chest, her head lying on my shoulder. Half my body is warmer than my other side, because she lays down on my right side. She plays with my shirt. She touches the engravings of one of the embroidered letters on my shirt, and felt its texture with her fingertips. She goes wondering "How does texture do that? It feels different, I can't stop feeling them with my fingers." Is what I would think she thought in her head. That makes her even cuter.

We watch an old good movie from the 80's . She got distracted by some dialogue in the movie, she stopped fiddling with my embroiered letter. I ignored the movie. I watch how my girlfriend would react to the movie. I watched her reaction from the mirror on the side of the tv. She doesn't know I was watching her.

Her eyes were wide opened, she touched her lips lightly with her thumb and finger as if she was folding her lower lip. It didn't seem like she was watching a movie, either. Seems like she was thinking of something else.

Then that pose stays for a few seconds, then her eyelids closed in halfway, then she looked to her left. Her folding hands turned flat, then her hand was trying to open something. My shirt. She was trying to open my shirt, then she had laid the interior of my shirt on top of her palm, then her thumb followed suit. Her hand goes up, and mind you, her soft skin was rubbing on my soft skin on my chest. That felt good, but I didn't tell her that. Finally, she laid her right palm directly on my left chest.

Don't forget, her leg wrapped around my right leg. While she does that, she was rubbing my chest slowly with her light fingers as if she was playing with sand with her fingers. I didn't tell her that it feels good. She probably didn't know it does. She tilts her head, and her flowing hair hangs down. I didn't look at her eyes directly. I was pretending that I was actually watching the movie. At the corner of my eye, I can see her piercing eyes looking straight at me, and she was rubbing my chest slowly. I think she was trying to say something but she couldn't. I finally looked at her, but not at her eyes, I looked at her shoulder that she was leaning her head on. I closed my eyes, and I slowly kissed her shoulder. Her head slowly tilted back, her hair hangs down like a beautiful curtain. I open my eyes to see her head leaning all the back. Her hand on my chest stopped moving, because she was thinking of me doing something to her. I sat up, I made my right arm old my upper weight, I grabbed her head as if I were holding a baby's head. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was closed, just emotionless face. I then rubbed my thumb on her beautiful cheekbones. Her cheekbones are to die for. Her dull expression now turned hopeless. She opened her mouth a little for her fast breathing. I love her cheekbone. Her cheekbone is round, thick, warm, soft, and her cheekbone extends all the way to her nose. That's why I wanted to feel the side of her face with my thumb while holding her with my hand. She couldn't hold her head anymore, so she leaned on her shoulder, her shoulder was holding up her upper weight. Now that her head leans on her shoulder, I felt her jawline with my fingertips. The side of her face looks like a valley. The intrusions and protrusions of the side of her face are like beautiful valleys. I felt like sculpting her face that was already sculpted. Then, to my surprise, her neck is smoother than a baby's bottom. My fingers wanted to walk over there, then slide hair off her neck.

My index finger, enclosed, slided down her neck. Her chest expands, then she exhales repetitively. She now holds onto my closed pants. She holds on it tight. She tried pulling me in closer, even though we were already so close to each other. I nudged her down to lay flat on her back. She opened her eyes, alerted. I was kneeling on top of her. I finally looked at her. She looked at me. She grabbed my pants backwards that forced me to get closer to her, but my arms broke my fall. She opens her legs like a crab. She's still not getting anything yet. I leaned my head to her head, I got a closer look of her beautiful natural eyelashes, and eyebrows. I love how her eyes changes reflections as soon as she looked at what she wanted to look, or every time she wasn't really looking because she was figuring out thoughts in her head. Her pupils dilated. I reached to kiss her cheek. I mean, I really kissed her cheek like crazy. I then kissed her neck.

While I kissed her neck, I slid my other hand free from holding my weight, then I let my hand slide down the middle of her chest. I touched my fingers on her chest with a light touch, and went downwards. I can't help but love her beautifully sculpted waist, I gently grabbed her waist all the way, I could feel her waist bone. I rubbed her hip with my thumb, then my hand jumped to the middle of her chest. She looked hopeless, breathing faster. I pushed the weight of my chest back up straight towards her neck, then I wrapped my other hand around her lower back. I pulled her back towards me, while I pushed her chest away from me. Her crab legs tightened around my waste. My hand that was on her chest now slid across her ribs, then I wrappened around the middle of her back. She laid her head on my head. Her hair draped alongside our faces as if she and I were in a really small, dark room. I used carried my hand to pull in her hair like a curtain, light shun on her beautiful cheekbone, her pupil shrinked smaller, then expanded, then she closed her eye. Her eyelid closed down like the peacock's tail shutting together. I grabbed her whole hair, then I sniffed her hair. She didn't even jerk, not one bit. She let out a heavy sigh out of her nostrils, and grinned (mind you, her eyes were still closed).

I moved her hair to the back of her head, then I let go of my arms away from her. She immediately held her body with her arms. Her shoulders extended forward, and made her beautiful clavicles visible. She looked at me straight in the eye like I was going to leave her right then and there. She looked sad, her lips opened... Wondering why I let go of her. Then I carried my right hand slowly, then slowly felt my fingers up her chest, then to her neck. I held her neck, then held it gently tight as if she were wearing a doggy collar. Then my thumb moved against her jawline, my thumb was sliding on her jawline all the way around to the other side. My hand is now enclosed, then I rubbed her earlobe, then opened up my palm. My thumb was laying against her intruded cheekbone. My head went closer to her face. I kissed her forehead, then slowly was about to kiss her lips. Then she finally kissed my lips, because she couldn't wait any longer. My head pulled back, she stopped kissing, opened her eyes, then she gave me the what's-wrong look, I went back to kissed her lips. She closed her eyes, then kissed again.

We both closed our eyes, and kissing. It's dark, and black. Then my lower lip is pushing her upper lip, and her upper lip is pushing downwards. We both opened out lips, my head is diagonal, and hers is in the opposite direction, we pushed our heads towards each other, our lips locked in. I tilted my head to the left, and she tilted her head to the left, so our lips, while we suck in air, our lips were sliding with each other. Likewise to the right, then to the left.

I moved my head down to her chest. Kissed her chest, then kissed the underpart of her breast. I cupped in the bottom of her breast. I kissed on the top of her breast.