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.
Velvet kisses, silky against my lips. My breath catches in my chest, causing it to rise slightly and my breasts to strain a bit against my gown. Resting on my hands behind me, only half sitting, my neck cranes somewhat to stop our lips from parting. But, alas, the heat of your mouth leaves mine, and I am left trembling for more of your touch. As your eyes explore the features of my face, I feel your hand move to the back of my neck. Your other hand deftly brushes a deep wave of auburn hair from my cheek, warming the revealed area with those burning lips. A soft sigh escapes me as your kiss continues down my neck, near to that sensitive skin beneath my ear. My entire body arches to your touch, losing my restraint my fingers come up and run the length of your back. My fingertips attempt to memorize the curves, the sensations. I feel the fever of your lips leave my skin slightly, and the warmth of your breath replace them as you whisper to me.
"So long I have watched your movements in your garden. The way you stop to admire each new bud before moving on to your stone bench beneath the tree. And often I have listened from afar, your voice a mere whisper, as you read your hearts poetry aloud. Unaware that the words of your soul would touch anyone else's as it has touched mine. How I have yearned to touch the body that contains such passions."
