It's dark.
The stillness of night is heavy on me and I lay alone in bed, the only thing keeping me company is thoughts of you.
The beautiful girl that brightens my day.
The beautiful girl that lightens my night.
As I lay alone this night I wish for you next to me.
Holding me. Kissing me. Touching me.
Far away you lay in your own bed.
I wonder if you think of me, in the depths of night, laying alone.
I wonder if you wonder if I'm thinking of you.
The anxiety grips my chest like a vice.
I wish for you. Long for you. Crave for you.
I think of your face. Your beautiful face.
Your mouth.
I think of the way it moves and the words it forms.
I dream of words coming out. The fluid movements of speech.
I think of what you would say, could say. I think of what I want you to say.
Snapping back to reality, I glance at the empty side of my bed.
The sheets are crisp, blankets smooth.
I'm alone. Cold. Naked. Alone.
I close my eyes and imagine you here.
Feeling your hand reach out for me in the darkness.
Sliding over my hip as I lay on my side facing where you would be.
Moving closer, your hand sliding over my bare back.
I too, would move my arm over your body.
Holding each other close in this cold Autumn night.
Keeping each other company. Keeping each other warm.
Pulling you closer, your breasts touch mine.
I wind my legs around you, feeling like knots. Not letting you go.
Keeping you with me. Never wanting to let go.
My imagination takes hold. I'm not asleep, but dream all the same.
You lips find mine. Kissing me. Caressing my lips with your tongue.
I invite you in.
So gentle. So sensual.
I pull back slightly, lightly sucking your bottom lip.
Letting go I trail my tongue over it.
Your breath tickles. It pleasures. It excites.
My senses go wild. I want you. I need you.
You are with me. In my thoughts. My dreams. My fantasies.
Turning you over, I roll on top of you.
Holding myself up, our kiss gets deeper.
My hands stroke your body. Smooth and bare.
Pulling away I find your neck.
Kissing you softly, I feel your breath quicken.
The skin on your neck is smooth and even my lips feel rough
Trailing my tongue down your neck, stopping often to kiss you.
The reactions of your breathing. The movements you make.
It starts fires within me.
Pulling away I look you in the eyes.
Tracing my finger down your nose I marvel in your beauty.
Sliding across your lips I replace my finger with a soft kiss.
Continuing the trail, my finger slides down your throat.
Down your neck. Across your collar bone. Over your breast.
I rest my fingertip on your left nipple.
Swirling around your nipple, I draw circles upon your skin.
Swirling around and around.
Circles getting bigger and bigger until they encompass your whole breast.
Closing in, decreasing the size of the circles I hone back in.
Once upon your nipple again, I once again replace my finger with my mouth.
Closing over it, I feel it tightening in my mouth.
The tip of my tongue finds it. Encircles it. Then flicks it.
Your chest rises. My breathing quickens.
Kissing across your breast I make my way to the other.
Licking firmly over your nipple I hear you moan.
A wave of pleasure goes through my body.
Sucking softly, we both breath deeper and deeper.
I take my weight on my knees. Both hands clutching yours.
My tongue trails down your stomach.
Down. Across. Up. Down.
Tasting your skin.
Sporadically kissing you. Nibbling on you.
My tongue follows the contours under your ribs.
My lips touch your stomach.
My teeth find your sides.
