Have you ever watched someone precious sleeping, just sat for long moments watching as their chest rises and falls, unaware that any one is even there, so oblivious, so content, so beautiful in their state of peacefulness.
Have you ever just watched in wonder at the texture of their skin, the warmth and depth of its color, its contours and imperfections.
Have you ever wanted to reach out and touch that someone, without them knowing, allowing you to just explore their beauty, bask in it.
I sit at the base of our bed and wonder, have you ever wanted to sit and do as I am now, would it thrill you as it does me to watch you, silently losing myself in the moment,as I cast my eyes over your body.
My eyes wander dreamily, its not lust I feel, not a desire to thrash about wildly with unbridled passion, right at this moment in time I just want to worship you, lose myself in the beauty I see before me.
Your surrounded by silk, black, it seems to highlight the radiance of your skin.. Sun filters through the window, emphasizing this, you seem to glow, I ponder how this is symbol of what you are.
I begin to feel a little like a voyeur and am tempted to walk away, but I cant I'm mesmerized.
You lie so still, on your stomach, head to the right, your right arm bent up wards, left bent beside you. I follow the line of your right arm, your clutching the sheets. Are you dreaming? I hope they are sweet. I look at your fingers, long and slender and I smile as I think of where they have been, so many times.
I look down your back, it curves so gently, I see droplets of sweat there, so tempting to taste them. Your butt twitches now and then and this makes me giggle quietly, would like to place my hand on your cheeks and feel when this happens, would you mind??
Your left leg long and slender, outstretched,your right leg bent at the knee, I can see your balls, and I laugh to myself as I suppress the urge to part your legs a little to give them more room.,I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in any way, my concern for such a silly thing moves me,again I'm tempted to leave the room but cant.
You've been so tired lately, I don't want to wake you, but how can I touch you, how can I run my fingers over your skin the way I want and not have you wake, I wish I knew how, for my need to touch your skin is overwhelming.
For what seems like an eternity I sit and watch, not disturbing you, you move in your sleep, every small movement endearing to me. Alas I cant resist and I move closer so I can touch you, tentatively I reach forward two or three times then pull away, would you mind? You've slept for three hours now its mid afternoon.
Finally I find the courage and touch the small of your back, so lightly I don't think you could feel it. A droplet of sweat rolls down towards my fingers and I catch it, self consciously I taste it, yes its you I recognize that taste. The saltiness reminding me of the moments of passion we have shared, and I smile again.
I run my fingers gently down the middle of your spine, continue between your cheeks, you twitch again, but don't wake. Your legs have spread wider now and I think back to my earlier concerns and I laugh to myself.