Again. And again. And again

First times are sacred...

She wakes up slowly,
in the dead of the night 
realising she is with him;
his smell is here,
and the outline of his body is here,
and his deep voice is here,
and he is awake,
and her whole body is aching,
yes, aching in the sweetest way possible,
from too much pleasure
and too much indulgence. 

Not sure
what to do next, 
(what's the bed etiquette 
for waking up in the middle of the night 
after hours of pleasure? 
cuddling? going back to sleep?
talking? feigning indifference??)
she just lies there, waiting,
basking in that awesome feeling 
of knowing you're being taken care of,
of your needs being anticipated and met,
of deeply relaxing into it.

Until she feels him moving closer to her
drawing her to him,
intent on yet another round of love
and she follows him there,
hypnotized, as if in a hazy dream.
''Maybe it is a dream, ''she tells herself.
''You can never tell if it's a dream , 
until you wake up''.

So she plunges into that liquid sea of pleasure
head long again
and again....

Teasing

Teasing her
, playfully, mischievously:

''You can't , you can't, you can't !
'I can, too!''
''
You can't have it,
you don't have what it takes!''
he goes on teasing.

''Just you wait! '',
she feigns indignation.

He teases on,
because he knows 
it's the best way
to keep her motivated..

Diamonds

Their best moments
are the ones
no words can describe.

Moments like diamonds
scattered in their memory
glowing,
pulsating,
multiplying as time goes by,
enriching their everyday life,
a source of hidden pleasure
that keeps them sane in an insane world.

Their moments of communion
of mind, body and soul..

Contentment

Watching the rain pouring down
like a grey curtain
outside the car window.
Listening to its patter  
on the car roof.
Faint lights of the town
flickering in the distance.

Or the coziness of the appartment,
TV rambling loudly on
as she lies next to him
touching his body 
with as much of hers as humanly possible.


He is smoking.
Her head on his chest.


Because the only heaven 
that makes sense to her
is the one they are exploring together ...

Your Charisma

You are unique
and whatever you do
wherever you go
people feel it instantly.

You give our world its special flavor.
Your unique aroma 
of awesome.
Palpable, tangible.
Unique.

Except, you are so used 
to toning it down.
Hiding it.
Keeping it for special people,
special occasions
special places.

Please, don't ..
Let it out in the open,
rejoice in it.

The world needs it...

Coffee making

''I' ll be bringing you some coffee'', she says.
.

She shows up, late as usual.
He's waiting in the car, smiling.

''What happened? '' he asks

''Oh, nothing much. 
I just spilled  half the coffee on my way here, 
burnt my fingers because it was scolding hot,
ruined my skirt
and my shoes with it,
then decided to make some more
but there wasn't enough time
so here I am with half your coffee!''

''Next time leave out the coffee! '', he says, laughing.

Yes, she's clumsy.

 But he kind of likes it....

Dreaming

The greatest gift he ever gave to her
was the gift of dreaming again:

fantasizing....
''I wonder what his smile looks like....''

daydreaming...
''I'll be wearing this skirt and those peeptoes for our first date...''
(before they met)

wishing...
''I wish he'd come on this full moon...''
(before they met, continued)

wishing upon a star...
''may we always stay in love....''

dreaming...
of togetherness......