| With Love A quiet night alone just the two of us. Sitting in front of a fireplace as shadows dance on the walls, reflections of glowing embers in flight against a dark stage of soot and ashes. A blanket of soft fabric clings to our naked bodies underneath as I kiss your neck in sensuous moments. My arms folded across your own and you nestled against me with your back. Soft skin against my chest as my hands trail down over the curves of beauty. Silken hair tickles my nose as I whisper loving words. Darkness surrounds us all but our spirit darkened forms huddled in tender confines. My fingers follow the path along your hips and thighs and over into the warmth inside. Across the soft kinky covered lips and on up rubbing across your belly and upwards to the soft globes and desire. You turn and face me as we arrange our legs and feet getting closer together. my arms pull you close and I feel your lips on mine as we kiss. Soft sweet kisses from every angle and gently touching. Our bodies warm and inviting. Not in the sexual expression but in a sensual loving way. Just to be close. Just to touch. Just to be with each other and wrapped in embrace. An angel was dropped into my life to be loved. No more loneliness as now we held each other in what has to be the most wonderful feeling in the world. Two people meant to be. Two people finding comfort in each other. Two people with a love never shared by any other. A special love all it�s own, just born. Now back against me once more in my protective arms. I cross them and cup a breast in opposite hands underneath your arms and give thanks for this blessing as we float away in spiritual silence together. With Love. Tommy The Masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett |