The Kiss

The warmth of his breath in my space only makes me more anxious of what comes next. I can hear the beat of his heart, I unconsciously move to the sound of his symphony. I’m waiting patiently for the arrival of his lips on mine. I can see him pull me closer to him and he touches my neck with the softness of his lips.

I wait for his passion to draw me into him. I wonder if he can feel the anticipation well up like the eternal springs of life inside me. I want him to know that I’ve waited for this moment to arrive, where I get to show him my true affection. I want him to know that the time is now, and I know that he’s ready for me as I am for him.

I can see his body in the candlelight moving so gently, I close my eyes as I can almost feel him inside me. I hear the sweet sound of his moans in my ear, letting me know that he can feel the passion of my love. The passion I feel is coming down and wanting to reach the zenith of the ecstasy one only wishes for.

This is the moment that I have dreamed of, where I can show him how much I appreciate him. How much I’ve wanted him, and waited for him. I hear the sound of the love songs, only they are not on the radio; they are in my head. Instinctively, we are in sync as if he can hear every tune.

I wait for the moment when I’m complete and satisfied; I’m waiting for the moment when I’m satiated by the delight of his manhood. I wait for his strong arms to hold me gently and rock me to sleep like a restless child. I know in his arms, I’m protected and safe.

I finally open my eyes to see him looking at me, it’s as if he can read my mind and know what I’m thinking. I feel those arms full of power, pull me closer to him. Willingly, I let him pull me in to his space, letting him feel the breath and the depth of my wantonness.

I know that this moment is going to happen as I’ve dreamed. I have no apprehensions or worries. Here I am, in the moonlight of the night. Dark and cold, yet it’s bright and sunny in my heart. I feel the butterflies being released in my soul as if they are escaping a jar on their way to freedom. Every pull to him, waters my mouth, warms my palms and closes my eyes.

I open my mouth slightly, ready to meet his; knowing the moment I’ve envisioned will all start with the sweetest kiss.