As he beings to talk, he relates his passion
that transports me into the realm where he
resides. I listen spellbound and fall victim
to his deep melodic accent. The picture he paints
with his vivid descriptions are oddly converted
into my own words. I know that a glow has
found its way onto my face by the ever-present
heat. The night and time seem to become suspended
as an intense kinetic energy passes between the
two of us and we drift off into the part of the
world that he indeed knows all too well.

The fire flickers as the moon dances in and out of
the clouds; thereby creating it’s own strobe light
showing through the large bay window. Acres of barren
dessert outside the window serve to even further
accentuate the “nature’s play” unfolding in the
intermittent darkness. I continue to explore all
the deeply hidden tracts of my subconscious as I
am stirred completely.

He gently kisses my forehead, as the room is
transformed into constant motion as he lifts
me in his arms and carries me down the hall
toward the bedroom. A coyote calls to his mate
outside and although it brings a chill to my
inner being, they are chills of pleasure knowing
what the night is about to unfold.

He is terribly strong and yet oh so tempered in
his physical, spiritual and emotional makeup.
The incredible power he possesses is always
under control, yet I know that it is mine to
summon up and command at the appropriate time.

It goes without saying that he is a skilled and
gentle lover, even though he is capable of love
making with an intensity that is both frightening
and totally exhilarating at the same time.

The bedroom looms ahead and I shudder slightly with
the promise of being with him on mutual terms. I
shiver with anticipation that he feels as he carries
me. Intuitive to my every need. Always aware of not
only himself but, of all that surround and involves
him as well. Feelings of passion alerting every
single nerve ending in my body.

His lips are on mine now and there is still a hint
of the champaigne that the two of us toasted to earlier.
I feel so safe and secure in his arms. He smiles and
even the darkness of the room cannot hide the fire that
emanates from his eyes. Those eyes… So serene at times
but also have the power to express his strong desire.

My breath is stolen away as he kisses me deeply now
and surrounds me with his lithe and masculine body.
The length and thickness of his tongue as it explores
the depths of my yearning mouth.

I float along knowing that it is going to be a long
and pleasurable night. Soft and sultry music fills
the air as the candle reflection dances off the walls.

The night is black and the room is dark to the point
that it seems like I am nearly enveloped inside a
vacuum. His scent is unmistakable as it dominates my
senses. My conscience daring to never dream this existed.

He strokes my hair and I writhe uncontrollably beneath
his every touch. He knows every zone to attack and the
end result of those onslaughts. There is a intensity
that I have never experienced before and for once I
want to race to the finish. Time indeed feels more
like an enemy at this time than an ally as it seems
to go on for an eternity.

I explore every inch of his body – his shirt open now
to the waist. His chest incredibly erotic. The hair is
soft and bountiful and its texture is endlessly stimulating.
Running my fingers freely through it, I feel his
excitement increasing.

He is infinitely patient with me and there seems to
be no end to the array of foreplay he is willing
to provide. Breathlessly I whisper in his ear.
This instinctive participation has an unexpected,
yet delightful effect. He seems to be aroused
beyond any anticipation on my part by this move.
Groans of our delight flow freely.

My blouse is open and the swell of my breasts
summon him to pay more attention.A subliminal
battle goes on deep with in me as my brain
screams at the thought of him diverting his
talents elsewhere. I feel hands that move with
a surgeon’s precision as they examine every crease
and crevice of my body. I squirm and struggle to
breath normally as my heart races and our mutual
pheromones fill our sinuses. The addiction to his
touch and his presence inside me has become one
of obsessive quality.

We lay in each others arms as the moon breaks
through, lighting up the room as if the afterglow
of our lovemaking. We fall asleep in each others
arms only to awake as the morning sun begins to rise.
So content and in tune we are with one another.