I want you to be alone when you read this, because I want my words to touch only you, want there to be no distractions between you and my thoughts. This letter is meant only for you; for the moment, I'll share you with no one, and share my musings only with you.

My mind turns to you again and again. My thoughts constantly are of you. Even when I try to distract myself, and think of the new and different things and people I'd like to try, to encounter, to experience, my thoughts relentlessly come back to you. Though I may desire other women, and the newness that they wear around them like the dew in the morning, it is you who I want, who with simply her presence can arouse me like no one or nothing else; who with a touch can make me shudder with anticipation and my skin tingle with excitement; who with a kiss can make me forget the world and want only to be with you.

Te quiero.

Two words. They speak, but they say very little. The words themselves pale in comparison to the meaning behind them. I say these words, full in their meaning, and sometimes I think of visions of the future that they conjure up. But often I think, future be damned! I know my mind now, and though it may change with the quickness of the beat of a hummingbird's wings, now, my mind is for you.

Te quiero.

There is no way that these two words can express the feelings that they arouse in me, or convey the thoughts that, especially in the late dark aloneness of night, spring to the surface of my mind and taunt me with their insubstantialness.

So, I will have to tell you what these words say to me when I speak, what things they whisper in my ear that are sweet torture to me.

Te quiero.

I see us, you and I, together. You lock the door to the room. Where we are isn't important. This place, our friends, school, work, the day, even the time-- all are insignificant. All that matters is us. Hakuna Matata. No worries. The things in life that matter, our worries, our frets, our outside lives-- they are not here. We are. You and I.

You walk towards me, and we meet in the center of the room. For a moment, we simply hold each other, your arms gently around my neck, mine circling your waist. I bend my head down slightly, my face buried in the hollow of your neck. I breathe hot breath gently over that spot, and I feel you shudder against me. I adore the way your body feels against mine, and as you shudder I do also, little sparksof your arousal and desire shooting through your body and into mine.

I breathe in, and I can smell your body scent. No, not the light perfume you're wearing, or the clean of the soap you washed with today-- it is your womanly scent, your black womanly scent, a scent nearly exclusive to black women, which I love-- the scent, black women in general, and you, specifically; all, I love-- and which makes my nostrils flare and my loins stir with tight desire.

I can't seem to help myself; I drop my arms and grab your ass, pulling you closer to me. You respond as I do, your hands cupping my ass, as we gently thrust together. Almost as one, like a well-choreographed moment, we turn to each other, our lips meeting, tongues taking a brief time to duel, before we explore the mouth of the other-- tongues slipping, sliding, pushing, pulling, sucking, licking.

I reach up to touch you, to cup your breasts in my hands, and gently you push my hands away. We break the kiss, and you look at me, your eyes locked with mine. In your eyes, I can see what wasn't there before, can see the absence of what was almost ever-present. The worry is gone, replaced with a sense of peace and relaxation. The inhibitions are also gone, replaced with the repressed, restrained, subdued desires that I'd only glimpsed before..

Te quiero.

Gently, you push me away. I reach out for you, desire in my eyes, thoughts of loving you on my mind. A smile plays, kitten-like, on your lips, soft and sensuous-- both your lips and the smile.

No, you say, soft and commanding, light and husky, I want you to watch.

You stand still for a moment, your eyes captivating me.You have the most beautiful eyes, an exotic brown/hazel-brown that I can't get enough of. They are nearly the sme color as your skin, like mocha, both light and dark, rich, smooth, delicious. I lick my lips at the thought.

The way you wear that dress should be illegal, the soft, red crushed velvet-like material hugging your body in a way that I had thought only I could, riding the soft swells of your breasts, narrowing in slightly towards the waist, over the soft gentle bulge of your tummy, and curving out over your hips, your soft yet firm ass that I love to touch, and your thighs, juicy and sexy, that trap my mind as well-- and as often-- as they do my body.

I sit, mute, as you slowly turn in front of me. I can say nothing; the sexual tension that makes me want to spring up from my seat and ravish you as you stand, and the force of willpower that is visible that it takes to keep me sitting, that says it all for me.

Te quiero.

You unzip the dress in back, and begin peeling it off of your body. You take your time, going slowly, because you know what this is doing to me, as you reveal yourself, inch by inch, until the dress is gone.

You look at me again, and the naked hunger I can see almost makes me lose my willpower right then. You stop me with a finger, held up as if to say 'wait!', and then the finger drops, a command: sit.

You close your eyes, and gently brush your hands across your bra. Once. Twice. I can see your nipples becoming hard and erect. One hand stays, gently caressing and arousing the little excited nubs of flesh constrainted within the fabric; the other hand drops, and brushes your pubic mound. A moment, and your hand slips inside your panties, and between your legs. For a second, just a second, you shudder, and a soft gasp escapes your lips. You approach me, and pull your hand out of your panties.

Would you like a taste? you ask coyly, offering me your hand, I know you like the way I taste.

I grab your hand like a starving man. Now I can smell your other scent, your sex scent, the arousal and promises of sensual pleasure mingled in. I suck and lick all off your fingers, and when I'm finished I reach up to touch you.

No, you say again, gently pushing me back down. I comply easily, heady with the taste and scent of you.

Te quiero.

Quickly now, you pull off your bra, and it soon joins the dress on the floor. You pull down your panties slowly, exposing your furry mound to me.

When you've finally taken them off, you toss them to me instead of into the growing pile of clothing on the floor. I can feel how wet they are, and my desire grows, knowing that you desire me this much.

Stand, you tell me, and I do, dropping the panties. My hand is still damp.

I'm going to take off your clothes, you say, and you aren't goin to do anything but stand here while I do it.

Slowly-- maddeningly so-- you strip me of my clothing, touching me as each part of me is exposed for your pleasure. My shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, now flattened from exercise, my thighs, my calves, my ass.

Finally, we stand, you and I, together, naked. We come closer, and kiss, my furry pelvis pressing into your tummy. My kisses go beyond your lips, as I rain them on your cheek, down your neck, across your collarbone, and down the gentle sloping of your breasts. A nipple pokes out at me, erect, hard, and inviting in its slightly darker coloring against the mocha of your skin. I take it in my mouth, and swirl my tongue around it. I revel in the feel of your hands pressing my head against your breasts, silently begging me not to stop, loving the sensations I can ignite within you.

Gently, I push you down onto the bed, and continue kissing you where I left off. I don't leave a spot untouched-- your tummy, the crease of your body where your hips begin, your knees, your feet, your inner thighs, your furry mound, back to your tummy, then your shoulders, your arms, your elbows, and your hands. Then, I have you turn over. I start this time with your heels, then move up. Your calves. Your thighs. Your asscheeks, each one. The small of your back. Up your spine. The back of your neck. And lastly, as I settle my weight down on you, my pubic patch brushing against the cheeks of your ass, your ears. I stay like this for a moment; then I begin to massage and touch you, covering every place on your body that I had kissed.

Touching you is an electric thrill, rubbing and caressing your skin. Touching your back, your ass, your thighs, your calves, your legs, your knees, your hips, your tummy, your breasts, your arms, your shoulders-- all, each in turn, serve to increase the pleasure I get from touching you, and the pleasure I can give to you.

I roll over, and pull you on top of me. We lay like this for a while, each feeling the rapid heartbeat of the other.

Your turn, you say, getting up. I roll over obediently, waiting for your touch.

Te quiero.

I feel your kisses, soft and lingering, as you do to me what I had done to you. Between my shoulderblades. The small of my back. My asscheeks. My thighs. My calves. I turn over. You continue. My knees. My legs. My stomach. My breasts, where you stop to play with a nipple in your mouth. You kiss me, and then, surprise! you even brush your lips across my own slightly furrier mound.

Turn over, you say, moving to make room.

Once again on my stomach, I feel you straddling my hips. I can feel your furry mound against my asscheeks, and you press yourself against me. God, you're so wet. You rub your wetness all over my ass and the small of my back, knowing how much I like the feel of you against me, and how much I like that you rub yourself against me, pleasuring yourself. I feel you shudder, and then you lay on top of me, your breasts against my back. At the same time, it is both comforting and extremely arousing.

Te quiero.

We get up slowly. You lay back down, on your back this time, with me between your legs. I scoot down, so that I can lay comfortably between your thighs. I can feel you looking down at me as I smile into your furry mound, as I plant a quick kiss. Instead of leaving, though, I linger, exploring your open womanness with my lips and tongue, tasing you. I hear your low moans and sighs, and press on. I can feel your legs beginning to quiver on either side of my head, like plucked violin strings, and your pelvis thrusting and gyrating against my mouth. I press on, unrelenting. I can feel your legs shaking now, and I can just hear your moans getting louder. I can feel your climax coming, against my mouth, against my head, in my ears, and against my back, as your heels drum on my back. I push you to the peak, and you cry out, once...twice...and twice again. The idea of suffocatoin never seemed so pleasant as now, as you squeeze my head between your thighs at each climax. Finally you push me away-- Enough! you cry out, Let me rest first! I can hear the smile in your voice, and I smile, pleased that I have pleased you. I move up a little, and rest my head against your tummy, feeling aftershocks racing through you now and then.

I move up more, and we kiss for a while. Then, I take you in my arms, and we cuddle for a bit.

Let me rest a bit, lover, you say, smiling at me over your shoulder, and then we can really get started!!

Mi dios! Te quiero.