Lying next to the fire I am enraptured by the flames. The way they dance against the green marble, reminding me of lovers embracing as they waltz. My mind wanders, thinking back to such embraces, and longing for them once again. Letting my eyes flutter closed, I rest my head against my arm, my body curled slightly on the white fur rug beneath me. As the soft white satin of my gown caresses my skin, the warmth of the fire in front of me soaks through, warming my soul. My ears tuned only to the crackles of the flames, and my mind roaming to lands of the past, I do not hear you enter. Your soft footsteps on the wood floor still do not rouse me. Only when I feel the force of your gaze upon me, do I sense your presence.
Looking up to you from my dream-filled state I almost wonder if you are real. I am not startled, nor afraid, as I should be. My dark eyes lock onto yours, feeling an immediate spark pass between us. A light shiver runs through my body, though certainly not from cold. It is the brief flash of hunger that flashes in those eyes before me. Still I wonder if this could be a dream, a life-like fantasy of mine. Those I am so inclined to having. A stranger in my home, roaming my body with those piercing eyes, certainly I should be afraid. It is the kindness that follows your brief display of hunger that must have set my fears to rest. Without realizing, I gently wet my lavender painted lips with the tip of my tongue. Unsure of what to say, I only continue to stare, tearing my eyes from that gaze to take in your body.
My eyes dance over your body, uninhibited by the moment. Over the curve of your shoulders and the broadness of your chest they travel. Down over your stomach, not rippling through your white cotton shirt, but flat and firm. Briefly my imagination carries me away, leaving me longing to run my lips over your upper body, to taste the saltiness of the skin beneath the cotton. As this thought begins to slip away, you kneel next to me. My lips move to speak, but are silenced when one of your fingers traces them. So softly, gently, kindred to the loving revealed earlier in your eyes. My body remains still as you replace your finger with your lips.