Approaching his door I feel an anxious nervous shimmer in my stomach. I knock - tapping lightly - almost afraid or perhaps merely unsure. The door opens and your familiar "Hi!" greets me. You smile and step aside to let me in. I walk past you and your scent envelopes me - I'm immediately at ease... in your presence at last.
You take my coat off of my shoulders, sliding it down my arms. We chat amiably as you hang my coat up, then turn to give me one of your warmest embraces and a sweet kiss 'hello'.
Turning and walking into the kitchen - I follow closely behind. A bottle of wine is waiting, empty glass sitting next to it, expecting it's fill. "Just half a glass for now - after all...it's still early." I thank you and take the glass from your hand, our fingers touch in a quick caress. I take a lingering taste, feeling the wine as it warms my tongue and slips smoothly down my throat. The heat in my stomach soon spreads through my body as I enjoy each lingering taste. It's not long before I feel the familiar weakness in my legs. I lean against the wall, listening to you as you tell me about your week. Watching you talk, I look at your eyes - your mouth - smiling when you smile, laughing at your anecdotes.
I try to share what's been happening to me in the past week, but as I speak I soon realize there isn't much that I care to share at this moment. I stop speaking, take a step closer to you - reaching my left hand up to caress your right cheek. Slipping my hand around to the back of your neck, I draw your head closer to me as I tip mine back. Meeting your lips in a slow, tender, lingering kiss. The tip of my tongues slipping between your lips, just enough to taste....just enough to tease.