Alone with You - circa 2003
I am alone, but you are here with me.
Your hands rest gently on my shoulders, one snakes it’s way up to my neck, feather light touches leave fire racing in their wake. Your grip around me strengthens and I am pulled towards you, your breath and mine the same, and then your lips, every so lightly, meeting mine, for the scantest of touches, the barest of moments, and then you move away again.
That will never do.
My hands find their own way around your back, and into the base of your hair, where I take two fistfuls, and pull you towards me, our bodies meeting, and my lips searching for yours, and then finding them, all soft and warm, and even just the slightest touch sends shivers through my soul. These shivers that mean I can’t get enough. And so I kiss you, full of passion, and love and you kiss me back just the same. Our lips fighting for each others, neither wanting to let go, and parting slightly to let tongues meet. More shivers and I feel yours too, as my body is pulled closer to you. I can’t get enough of you, as my hands roam over your shoulders and back, down to your waist and under your shirt. I love the feel of skin. Your skin, your back so warm and soft, so strong and safe. Your tongue is deep in my mouth and I suck on it, wanting more. More kisses, more skin, more of everything. I find the clasp on your bra, and one handed I undo it, letting my hands slip around your sides, under the cloth that hides what I treasure, I find your breasts, your nipples, and I lavish attention on them also, loving the feel of your skin, and loving the effect that I know I have on you.
I stop kissing you to take a breath, and realize once again, that I am on my own, and haven’t moved a muscle, and that you fill my mind completely.
And how I want you to fill my senses also.
