Edited by Queen Boadicea.
Your so beautiful as you stand before me. I couldn’t tell anyone else what makes you so beautiful, they wouldn’t understand. You are not one of the eight women that fashion designers mass produce there wares for. But when you stand before me I don’t think I can remember seeing anyone more desirable.
But I can tell you why you are Goddess to me. It’s not the suppleness of youth, your breasts, or long shapely legs, or any of that. Although if you forced me to tell you the truth, and how can I lie to you, those things did indeed draw my attention to you.
I think the first hint I saw of your loveliness was your smile. You saw me with a book and you asked me about it. Your smile as you spoke gave me the courage to ask if you wanted coffee. You broke my heart then when you said no, but then revived me when you said you hated coffee but would love some tea. You touched my arm as you said it, and your magnificence glowed at that touch.
Then it was as a star winking down at me from the heavens. Now you are like the moon illuminating my path. I reach out and touch your face. Caressing your cheek, your forehead, your lips quiver as I run my fingers over them. I feel you flick your tongue out to brush my fingers.
Epiphany. You want me. Desire, love, lust all raging through your body. I can see it burning in your eyes. I reach up to feel your hair. I draw close to smell it. You shudder slightly as my body presses up against yours. The sigh you give as I take your face in my hands and kiss you is as if the angels sing. I press lightly against your lips and you smile. I’ve always loved that smile, it feels even better then it looks. Your tongue brushes up against my lips and now I smile. I hold you close as you probe my mouth. Your kiss gets more urgent as you explore my mouth, then you let me explore yours. It holds the promise of passion and pleasure.
You break off the kiss and I moan my displeasure. Your face breaks into a grin at my disappointment and you shyly back away a few more steps. I’m lost in your eyes until I notice you have unbuttoned your shirt. It falls to the floor and you follow up with the rest of your wardrobe. Then you return to my arms.
I don’t think I’ve told you how much I love the feel of your naked body against me. I think of your breasts pressing up against me as you draw me back in for a kiss. You break this kiss only to take off my shirt. Then you whisper in my ear what you are going to do to me. The tip of your tongue playing lightly over my ear. I feel your hands start to explore my body, as I explore yours.