December 31, 2012
Your hand moves across my face with a sweet
caress. Your fingers glide across the scruff on my cheek, then up past my ear, and back down again. Chills radiate with each
soft, deliberate stroke. My eyes, closed, I take in the sensation
without visual distractions. I listen to you breathe--I can feel your
heart beating, and mine, fluttering faster, our synchronicity the source of radiating goose bumps. I'm both
relaxed and excited, anticipating. No need to speak, words superfluous. My eyes open,
peering only into yours, my hands firm but gentle, on your face,
delicately pulling you closer to me. How was I ever without you? How can I ever
be again? Our foreheads come together, and then our noses, tenderly. Face to face, I see you. I see you. I see you. Your
chest next to mine, close, my fingers flow softly through your hair,
then down your back, purposefully to your hips. Our lips together, eyes open,
smiling, our bodies swaying slowly to the music of our heartbeats. Tongues
play, eyes closed, dancing still, skin on icy fire, feeding on the moment. Time could stop now. Hands wander <remember to breathe>, hearts race more
<inhale>, knees weak <exhale>, no longer two. Perfect.
Happy. Love. Now. Always.
...Perhaps...
