Candlelight makes everything beautiful, even the shadows. But as the flickering light from this room of candles strokes your face with fingers of illumination, I look at you sleeping, and I find myself wondering if there could ever be a more beautiful sight.
Your hair is slightly damp. I find this incredibly lovely, and a familiar sensation is alerting me to my feelings of arousal; somehow, just watching you sleeping, my sense of affection and protectiveness for you has given way to desire… you do this to me every time. Awake, sleeping, together, apart – I run through the full alphabet of feelings for you, but they inevitably culminate in need – sexual need. With you, I am very much a creature of lust.
Lust now dictates my actions, for without thinking, I find myself moving down the bed, lifting up the blankets that hide your sleeping form, and drinking you in, the full loveliness of your body. And now I am kissing your belly, gently, my lips barely touching your skin, barely whispering these kisses. Down now, to your thighs – the geography of your body, the shapes created by the spaces between one part of you and another, no map could ever describe its treasures, which are mine to explore. I am kissing your thighs, and my hands are impatient to be involved, so they close themselves around you, slightly firmer than I had intended (lust is making me careless – you will wake up soon). And now my lips move to your pussy, the sweetest part of you, and I kiss around it, and take my time to part you with my tongue (a sleepy gasp! Indicates that you are stirring in your sleep). I push my tongue inside you, exploring deeply, as far as I can go, loving the taste of you, and suddenly I find that my fingers are with me too, pushing you open as my tongue licks you. My fingers hold you open as my tongue finds your clitoris and I begin to lick it in slow tiny circles (I hear you moaning in pleasure – you are fully awake now) and my other hand holds your breast, rubbing your nipple, delighting at the touch of your piercing. I stay like this for a long while, licking your clitoris with passion (I am your lover, I need this, these sexual pleasures that I take from you and give to you), bringing you very close to orgasm (your breathing is shallow now, your moans more frequent; you clench the bedclothes with your hands and run your fingers through my hair, keeping my head in position); close, but not there yet, for I have other plans….
