Morning light streaming in.
Vacationing together.
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.
Even deeper than our lovemaking
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...
Your body
is
my home.
My true home.
Your body feels like returning home.
Since the very first moment...
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..
