You see me across a crowded room, chatting with a colleague
My long dark hair still shines with the smooth softness you remember
Can I feel your gaze?
My conversation partner departs and I look up at you
Of course I knew you were there
My brow furrows a little
I cannot smile
My chest feels tight
Crushing
How long have I been ignoring this feeling that makes it impossible to breathe?
My eyes are so dark they pierce you
You had forgotten that feeling
Shining
Like a looking glass
For a moment the ground seems unsteady under your feet, you look around but no one else seems to notice
You look back at me
Our eyes are locked
The space and the time between us
fold
tectonic collapse
Drawing us closer...
You are drawn into my eyes, falling into their depth...
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"I won. That monster is going to be behind bars, where he belongs, for a very long time." I look exhausted, but proud as you pour us each another glass from the carafe. After all these years, still you love seeing the satisfaction in my eyes and the strength in my heart when I have served the people well, bringing all manner of criminals to justice. We each have chosen work that is so important, but often dark and emotionally taxing. You are proud to be my partner. I am even more proud to be yours. More and more each day, we are completely in love. I hold up my glass: "This is yummy."
Our favourite restaurant. A tiny candlelit hole-in-the wall with incredible food and an even better wine list. We are regulars here. I am wearing a forest green A line that flares below the knee. It is very open in the front, highlighting my clavicles and the necklace you gave me with the single rose on a vine. It picks up the ribbon of silver in my hair that betrays our passing years. You are wearing my favourite shirt, your cufflinks bear the etching of a tree. You still look incredible.
"He was good." I say as you gesture to the young waiter to bring us our bill.
"He was green."
"Weren't we all once?"
"Well done, my man." We pay. "Tell Sam and Allison that we say you are a keeper."
"Thank you, sir. Have a wonderful evening."
"Do you have one of those for me too?"
"One of which?"
"A big... tip." I grin mischievously and slide my toes up your thigh to bring home my pun. You roll your eyes at me, but my ploy worked. Oops. Good thing you wore a long coat this evening. "I love you."
"I love you more."
I am smiling "... We are so lucky to love eachother most."
Just down the street we head into our favourite jazz bar. It is dark and worn down, but there is always live music. The chairs wobble and the tables are scratched, it is a dive. With a dance floor. We cruise right past our usual table, dropping our coats as we head to the floor. "Great song!" Your right arm encircles me and we take off. As is so often the case, we are the only ones dancing. Lifts and spins we are getting too old for, but we never want to stop. We know the band on Saturdays, and they know our favourites. It is our show. We look great.
As the night wears on, the dances slow. We are sweaty and tired as we head out.
We couldn't be happier.
We walk home under the stars holding hands. Despite the cold we stop in the park to hold eachother, share our breath. We kiss in the moonlight. I press my body against yours and gaze up at you. Unparalleled love. We should always be this close.
The kids are all away this evening. We arrive home and head to the living room. You light the fire as I take off my coat.
Then my dress.
You turn on some Nina as I am undoing your shirt and your belt. I take off your clothes and slide my arms around your neck to gaze at you. With my right hand I play with your hair. You draw a deep and satisfying breath. You look happy. I rise to my tip-toes. We breathe together, our lungs do so well. Perfect together. Lost in eachother. There can be no greater love than ours.
You take off my bra, my underwear. We kneel together. As we kiss, my hands slide down your magnificent arms. Your chest. Your hips. I slide them up your thighs, slowing as they glide over my spot, my pinky fingers graze you... You are so hard. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you against me. I want you. I want to kiss you forever. Beside you forever, I could die happily.
Your hands are in my hair, down my back. Softness. We kiss. We smile. We are so in love. You kiss my neck, my shoulders, my clavicles. You slip your feet between my knees to sit on the floor facing the fire with me straddling you as the fire warms my back. You kiss my breasts and my abdomen. You turn your head to lay your cheek against me as I continue to play with your hair. You can hear my heart beat. We breathe together.
You lay to the floor, holding my hips as you slide your shoulders between my legs.
I catch my breath as your tongue finds its place with the innominate. oh yes. We should never stop. We should always be this close. I whisper "oh my god". You pull back to focus on the clitoris. My knees draw in against you... Deeper now, your lips and your tongue find the perfect rhythm. You feel my hips roll and my back arch. I grasp the coffee table as my legs begin to quiver. You hear the familiar sound of tortured ecstasy in my breath. You love that sound. You can hear and feel and taste my climax building. You want it. You never want it to stop. "oh my god..."
My breathing stops.
A wave.
My pelvic floor contracts; my body is pulling you closer.
Another wave.
My legs relax and you hear me exhale.
i love you
You lay beside me in front of the fire. My breathing is still heavy. I look flushed and blissfully satisfied.
