Togetherness
By Prerafaelite © copyright November
2002. All rights reserved. Not to be reproduced without the written permission of
the author.
Fingers of dawn peeped through the
slatted blinds to caress your sleeping face. I watched as slowly your eyes
opened to see me waiting for you. Tenderly you smiled. I reached and found your
cheek with the backs of my fingers, feeling the satin smooth skin glowing golden
in the early morning light.
Your lips were red and swollen from a
night of love and passion. I remembered the taste of you on my lips and smiled
back down at you while my fingers traced a slow glide over your slightly parted
mouth and studied in rapt fascination the subtle movement of the tip of your
tongue flicking my fingertip.
I remembered how it had felt to have
that tongue caress me intimately, to have you explore every part of me, to feel
you close and as one with me. I remembered the way you felt under my tongue
when I did the same for you. The way your body responded, the way your labia
swelled with anticipation, the way your clit filled my mouth when you exploded
in that exquisite fashion that you have. I can still feel, even now, the
pebbling of your nipples on my palms and the wonderful way your mouth fits
mine.
Our lips meet yet again and the dance
continues. Warmth of skin and subtle scents of desire wrap themselves around us
like a protective layer, urging us onward in a pursuit of a completion that is
more than just a physical act or a release of tension. Together we share
ourselves, totally. Lovers, in the truest sense.