She sleeps better beside him.
She sleeps best when her head is curled into his chest, and his arm is around her, along with a leg thrown carelessly over.
Her rest is sweetest when it is punctuated with the sound of his silent inhale and and funny puff of exhale, sometimes with a tiny snore.
Her dreams are most peaceful when she can feel him at her back. And when they are scary, the fear instantly subsides when she can roll over and touch him.
Slumbering deeply for hours…it happens most often when her body is in total relaxation after being tangled with his.
Yes, she sleeps better
That is probably why she dreams of him every night.
I said I would never ask again.
I do try
But something in me
Everything in me
“In for a penny, in for a pound…”
She had heard the idiom before, or perhaps she had read it. But that night, standing before him in her bra and panties, watching him disrobe, aching for his kiss, it took on a different, more profound meaning. And she knew, as she always had been, that she was absolutely, positively, wondrously…
In for a pound.
She wants to taste him
She want to kneel in front of him
Take him in her hand
And feel him against her lips
She wants to trace him with her tongue
Run the flat of her tongue along his underside
Wrapping it around him
She wants to envelop him with her mouth
Moving her tongue over and over
Against the most sensitive parts
She wants to feel the inside
Of her cheeks against him
To look up at him
Watch his face
Hear him react with pleasure
She wants to feel his hips and thighs
His hand in her hair
Enjoying her movement
Her tongue and lips
Until that moment
When he grabs her hair to hold her still
And thrusts into her
All for him
Faster and harder
Until he is spent
And she swallows
I confess a secret wish
That overwhelms my dreams
It’s when his body covers mine
And he controls my screams.
His hands around me, claiming as
His lips taste all my skin,
He brings me to the brink,
And then he brings me there again.
And in my dreams and in my thoughts,
This secret wish I make –
That when I feel his touch again,
I’ll be fully awake 🙂
I have sat down to write more than once today. My heart is too full for words. Sometimes an image is all that will do.
And sometimes someone else has said what I feel as well as I ever could.
Or a memory is too vivid to be expressed.
A simple desire impossible to adequately articulate.
A primal need that is bigger than a line of poetry.
And action would be soooooo much more fun.