The balcony overlooked a million lights.
Lights from houses, lights from cars, lights from street lamps and even the occasional cyclist.
There we stood, you and I, watching the happenings below, in the dark.
I thought about you in that quiet of the night.
I thought about how I dream of you.
Holding you.
Kissing you.
Touching you.
I shift my bare feet, looking at you from the corner of my eye.
I watch the outline of your breast through the thin material of your dressing gown.
It moves as you lean over, drawing in your cigarette.
A Morepork sounds in a tree 5 meters away.
Commenting interestedly you look for the bird that I have already spotted.
Trying to explain its whereabouts you get frustrated trying to find it.
I come in closer to you, pointing in the direction, but my mind already off the bird as I breath in your scent.
My arm coming around you, I pull you in showing you the Morepork and touching your body.
My hand resting against your rump I squeeze ever so slightly at we converse.
You laugh at your own blindness as I come behind you moving you head in the direction of the subject.
Letting go of your head, I slide my hands down the side of your body.
Bringing my hands around you I rest on the knot holding your robe together.
I wonder how careful I can be.
I pull on the knot gently, you dont give away your knowledge.
It loosens and I see the slack in the top of the gown.
Reaching around your waist I slip one hand in to cup your breast through the thin material.
Your chest heaves as you sigh.
Turning my head slightly, I breathe lightly in your ear as I squeeze your breast gently and I feel your nipple harden beneath my soft hands.
Using my thumb I gently stroke the purtruding flesh as your breathing quickens.
Your breathing inspires me.
It encourages me.
It starts fires deep in my belly.
I slowly slide my hand away, but only enough to slide it back, this time going underneath the material that was hindering my work on your most beautiful breasts.
Kissing in your neck, I take a deep breath and breathe in the scent that is you.
A scent of pure beauty.
A scent of pure sexuality.
A scent of a woman I love emotionally and physically.
My lips touch your neck.
You open up for me, tilting your head to the side.
Sighing again.
You mutter a few sounds.
Words of passion.
Words of wanting.
You tell me what you want.
You say its what you need.
The fires in my belly flare up at the sound of your desperate voice.
Your words of passion, of sex.
Taking your hands in mine I place them on the railing around the balcony.
Pushing them down, I make it quite apparent you are not to move.
You are leaning over.
Breathing heavily.
Not knowing what I plan to do next.
Bringing my hands around you again I trail my right hand down lower resting it on your pubic mound.
