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It's overwhelming...
being here, now, with you...
surrounded by mounds of perfumed bubbles...
and candlelight.
I find myself loving you...never asking if I should.
You have made me smile
when I thought no single grin was left inside me.
You have been there for me when I was alone...
you have been there when I wasn't.
I have wanted you for so long...
and now...
our bodies are so close...
I can almost feel your heart beating.
Tonight is usually my "alone" time...
but tonight, I spend with you.
Have I told you how special you are to me?
Your eyes...
they are so beautiful... kind... gracious... deep.
As you look at me,
they penetrate inside to my most vital parts...
a welcomed invasion.
What are you thinking as we sit here
intensely glaring into each other's minds?
We have laughed together... cried together...
and tonight,
we make love together.
You move closer to me...
I can feel your breath encircling my breasts.
You don't have to touch me in order to allow me
to experience the passion of your presence...
but you do...
and your being is spilling all around this room.
Your touch is so warm...
I tremble as your hands fondle me...
caressing my face... neck... shoulders.
You embraced me first as a friend...
now, so much more.
The glowing nudity of your wet body is so voluptuous...
and I am highly susceptible to your sensuality...
as our shadows flicker rhythimically on the wall.
I want to touch you... taste you...
all of you.
Is the time right?
Stretching my arms in your direction,
I draw back handfuls of emotion.
Your skin is so soft... yet so masculine.
The pressure of your lips, moist with wine...
pressed against mine...
tell me that you want me too...
and I'm ready.
Words are not necessary... feelings are understood.
Your silence is reaching out and holding me against you...
as a lake holds a moon.
I close my eyes as you tenderly begin kissing me.
With lips clung to mine,
the radio makes love to my mind.
I love you, yes...
but I don't mean for you to know.
Your hands... luxurious lips...
they are exploring more...
every crevice is made known.
We have been through a lot together, you & I.
And tonight,
we find ourselves clinging to each other...
holding each other...
sharing intimate, private love...
reaching highest dimensions...
sharing everything.
Tomorrow, we will let go.
But tonight is ours...
and the only journey I want to make is to
the middle of your bed.
You move closer...
our warm, still steamy bodies finally embrace together.
As you reach for me,
I realize that dreams can come true..
for tonight,
you are touching my dreams and making them real...
as our naked bodies become wrecklessly intermingled.
I'm completely lost in the moans of ecstasy...
they mystery of love...
the tenderness of copulation...
and you...
as you move deeper... faster...
against the music.
THe moment is perfect...
and while connected to your hardness,
I whisper your name...
and suddenly realize that I want to somehow reach out
and secure time...
then hold both of you forever in my arms.
At this particular moment,
I am yours...
and you are mine...
completely.
Have I told you how lucky I am tonight?
To have you...
if only for this one time...
is the most beautiful experience I have ever shared.
Making love to you is melting my night away...
and my heart.
We drowse... dream...
and love again...
sharing ourselves repeatedly...
vigorously, but gently...
one with the other.
Your powerful strokes of love bring tears of happiness
in this world of emptiness and doubt.
I feel so secure... safe... loved...
as I find myself lost in our motion...
and as I feel you deeper inside me...
heartbeat against heartbeat...
in a passionate shower of harmony.
Even though we live separate lives,
tonight, you and I are one...
together...
climbing deeper and deeper inside each other's souls.
Have I told you have beautiful you are?
Please...
never let this moment end.
Stay with me...
stay in me...
we might never pass this way again.©

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