It is still early on Thursday
I have been brushing my hair and my teeth, readying for the day. Smiling uncontrollably because I was woken with such gentleness in love. I am still so warm. So aroused.
You have moved on. You are standing in the kitchen drinking coffee. In you right hand you are holding your phone, frowning about the happenings of the world. You brow is furrowed, I can see the darkness rolling in and it hurts me to watch. You feel weary today, but even on days like this you always show me such affection, such unconditional love. I want to show you the same. Today and forever. In every way.
I come down the stairs and walk up behind you. I slide my arms around your sides and wrap them tightly around your waist. I lay my head on your shoulder and rest there. I want you to physically feel the deep support and love I am always sending you.
Moments pass and I can feel the tension relaxing from your shoulders as you drop the phone to the countertop and breathe in deeply. You exhale and with your breath the dark thoughts are expelled. Another breath. I can feel your heart becoming lighter. You turn to me and smile, pulling me against you. I gaze up at you in that loving way you know so well. Incomparable love radiating from my eyes. Showering you.
I rise up to my tip-toes. I kiss you. You meet me with passion. I slide my hands up your shoulders, your neck, into your hair. I pause. Eyes closed. Mouths open and lips grazing to simply share our breath and occupy the moment. I am hungry to peel back your dark cloud. To pull it from you with my lips. To take you with me to the singular happiness of our love. I am on a mission to lift up your soul and touch it.
You slide your hands down my sides. Slip them under the waistband of my pants and start to slide them down... I stop you. You look disappointed. I place your hands on the counter behind and to either side of you and hold them there. I press my body against yours and kiss you once again.
Holding your hands pointedly to the countertop for a moment, I proceed to unbutton your shirt to slide my arms along your chest and abdomen. I disrobe you below the waist. You reach out to touch me, to kiss me hungrily, deeply... But again I place your hands back to the countertop.
Your body now feels energized. It pulses with arousal. Sliding my hands down your sides, I look hard into your eyes. I see your fire. I touch you with my hands. So hard. So virile. Your head pulls back slightly and you bear your teeth. I love your ferocity. I crave it.
I kiss you passionately and stroke my hands along you. As I pull away I am still biting your lip. I want to devour you. My eyes are alive.
I kneel.
I lay my hands on your hips and touch my lips gently against you. I pause. You feel my breath.
Slowly
I take you in my mouth. The warmth. The softness.
My tongue.
You can feel the embrace of my lips. The caress of my tongue. The pleasure as you feel yourself slide wet and silky down my tongue. So warm and so good. My hands join.
Your body is on fire. You feel the mounting ecstasy; it is invigorating. Impossibly deep down my throat it starts to get messy. Sliding. Warm.
So good.
You feel alive. You feel adored. You feel you might explode.
so good...
Your body tenses.
Your back arches.
The ecstasy overtakes you...
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Bliss
(i love you)
"I love you"
On Sunday you waken, open your eyes, and see my silhouette.
We are both on our left sides, nested together perfectly, complete in our own two-piece puzzle. Your left arm is tucked under my neck as my head rests against your bicep. There is nowhere in the world I would rather be.
With your right hand you gently brush the hair off my neck, tucking it behind my right ear.
You lean in close. Softness. You watch my chest rise and fall as we breathe in unison. My scent fills your lungs.
Once, twice you kiss my neck. So gently. My eyes are still closed but a smile touches my lips as fantasy and reality converge.
You slide your fingertips along my neck and shoulder and down my side, slowing to caress my intercostals. As you do, you can feel my body turn warm and flush in your hands. Such exquisite magic that with your smallest touch, you can alter my physiology. Every receptor in my body is attuned to you. A fundamental connection.
Inextricably, chemically, I am yours.
I am smiling.
Warm and aroused, your mind and your hand wander...
Over my right hip...
I am radiating warmth
Inviting
You part me.
