She stretches herself on their bed. Contentedly. Well rested. Well slept. Well fucked. Well orgasmed. Well loved. She closes her eyes and stretches some more. He catches that expression of contentment on her face and desire surges in his chest all over again and he has to pull her close to him all over again. He has to be closer to her. In her. He adores her contentment. Especially when he is the reason behind it...
It was her trust that first did it for him, her trust that kept him going. She gave it with no strings attached. What exactly was the thing that he found so enticing about her? Pretty, ok, but there is never a shortage of even prettier ones in his life. She could see how there were many stares, many suggestive smiles, even overt invitations from women . She enjoys seeing him admired, wanted, lusted after. Of course. He is charming, intelligent, handsome. Has his way with women.
So what's about her that makes her special to his heart, makes him want to stay? “It’s your heart”, he told her once. ''You are open and honest, no pretences, nothing fake. ''
She knew what he meant was, it’s more than that she loves him. She loves him sweetly. With all her heart. No reserves, just pure, unadultered trust. Trusting his every motive, thought, word, action. Being held captive of his mind and heart as much as he is of hers. She loves him sweetly. And so does he...
Once you fall asleep -or pretend that you have, to see what I'm up to-, I cradle myself along your back and take in the smell of your skin. It never fails to give me a high. Lying there, I swear to myself that I wont sleep, that I'll just smell your skin and absorb your aura for hours. Because shared sleep is rare for us and I dont wonna lose even a moment. But my body fails me. Still full with our connection, my physical self blissfully relaxed I fall asleep before you do. Then , in my slumber, I feel your body coming closer, you observing me, cherishing me, silently watching over me, over us, but I'm already asleep and I cant snap out of it and so the awareness of your tenderness seeps deeply into my subconscious or traces of it surface unto into my mind the next morning. And I love you for it. More. For loving my soul deep.
You have found all the spaces in my body and heart that need to be touched and loved, you jave kissed those spaces made love to those spaces and left me breathless. We remember our lovemaking sessions like other people remember dates or places visited. Certain breathtaking moments that make our coming together real love poems.
It's usually not the first round of sex that does it, after it's been some time that we haven't seen each other. The first lovemaking is the quick gobbling down of everything on our plate after we 've been fasting for days. Satisfying and strong, yes. But the real gourmet thing comes afterwards. Second, third day around. All the finetuning of the senses orchestrated into our personal bliss symphony. Life is worth it just for moments like these. You know which ones I mean...
Happy that I'm about to see you again, a bit tired from the flight, so excited about days and nights of fun with you. Then suddenly your face smiling among strangers and my whole world is set to rights again. Your precious face. My source of light and strength. And the realisation, reflected in your smile, that I mean the same to you. Kissing me lightly on the mouth (''laters, baby''..), taking my luggage, we walk towards your car. This sweet, sweet feeling that whenever I'm with you, you provide and I enjoy, you take care of me and I relax into this divine feeling of abandonment. Knowing that wherever we're heading, there is gonna be you, pampering me, loving me, feeding me with your strong, steady energy and fucking the living shit out of me. My body and heart equally thirsty for you, in a state of relaxed anticipation. My heart is singing, and you, baby, are providing the accompaniment music...
Words. Failing me. Lying there, your hands working your magic all over me. Body relaxed, like a cat's, purring contentedly.
Coming into you. Coming into me. Feeling so open and full and loved and yours. Then you inside me and I cant take any more bliss any longer... But I do..take it all with gratitude Bliss...
Mη με κοιτάς έτσι, ζαλίζομαι, σου το ορκίζομαι Even when I can't see you, I can feel your eyes on me. And it's erotic and it's sweet and it makes me horny and it makes me happy. But when you do look at me, really look deeply into my eyes, I just know, just know it and my mind goes blind and it's intense and it's too much and it's too little, because I want more, more of this, more of you, all of you. I have melted a thousant years into those eyes and it's still not enough and I still want, no, I NEED, more. And more. And more . And more. And so do you..
