You were in my room last night. I heard you open the window and climb in, though I kept my eyes closed. Saw you standing in front of the chair, the siloutette of a man in the moonlight. Tried to keep my breathing slow as I watched you undress as graceful as a big cat. Your skin was cool from the night air when you slid under the sheet next to me...and I offered you my heat. Wrapped myself around you and listened to your heart beat, just grateful for you to be there. When you lifted my chin and kissed me, the heat raged to an inferno. Suddenly you were on top of me, we were devouring each other. Kisses like water to a man dying of thirst...your hands roaming my body, mine exploring the hard muscles of your back. Your hair brushing my chest as you leave your trail of kisses...
Your tan body wrapped into my pale flesh, the perfect icon of yin and yang. Moving us in some ageless, endless dance. Holding you tight to me, tasting the salt of your skin. Listening to your ragged breathing. Urging you deeper and harder, wanting the release as much as you do. Words of love whispered in my ear...of lust, of desire, of need. Holding you tight, nails digging deep into your back as the waves of blinding pleasure flow over me. You hold my head, press my face to your neck as I sob in ecstacy. Kissing me, looking deep into your eyes...seeing that look there that tells me that you, too, are close. Foreheads pressed to each other, my hands tangled in your hair...legs wrapped tightly around your hips...I feel you fill me. And again. And again. You shudder in my arms, whispering words that don't make sentences. I pull you down on top of me, wanting your weight there to make it real. Resting your head on my chest, brushing the hair back off of your forehead. Chaste kisses.
Rolling to your side and pulling me with you, wrapping our bodies around each other. You promise me that you'll stay until I'm asleep again. I don't ever want you to leave me. But the comfort of your arms is too great, and like the comfortidor you are you overcome my resistance to sleep. So relaxed and safe in your arms...
I woke this morning. Sheets twisted and damp. I swear I could still smell you on me...
