... and yet the heat I’m feeling isn’t from the weather. A Sensual Moments Entry |
The Gift The sunlight warms the air as we stand together and yet the heat I’m feeling isn’t from the weather. You melt into my arms and, as I hold you tight, we cross a line without concern for wrong or right. The touch of skin on skin whispers in the light and assures me with its sound that all will be alright. We speak a silent language, oft more felt than heard, that communicates our feelings without a spoken word. I feel you pressing into me, the smoothness of your skin inflames all of my senses and I can’t contain within the passionate desires that your presence has set free. It is a wondrous gift that you have given me. The softness of your lips as they welcome me anew, invite my ardorous response as I flow into you. My lips on neck and hand on breast invoke a passioned chant and as my hands move lower, you begin to pant. I listen to love’s music, made as you implore, and slide into the warmth of you, free at last once more, to seek a joyous melding, more than flesh, and not to cease until the journey’s end – an ultimate release. In the quiet aftermath, time resumes its normal pace and as we hold each other, standing face to face, I rediscover all the wonders found in your love anew and find peace in the arms of the gift that’s you. Notes An entry for round 3 of "Sensual Moments, Vol. 9" Prompt: Picture Word Count: 242 Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise - are all equally welcome. Ken |