Limerence

For a Night

It was nice for a night to feel wanted. To be desired. To be told my body is attractive, that I am worth seeing naked. Tell me I am an amazing kisser and moan as my lips on your neck drives you wild. Satisfy me with excitement in your eyes and your mouth on me.

It was nice than when I reached for you I was never rejected. When I thought you didn't want my body tracing yours and folded a bit back you reached out and pulled me back towards you. You laid my arm across your chest and held my hand.

Scoot to my side of the bed when I get up and return just to be closer to me and wrap me into your shirtless chest. You're warm but I don't mind. I enjoy the heat.

Catching up on each others lives in the darkness in each others arms. You tell me I'm different- in a good way- and I comb back in my mind all the ways I've changed and you could potentially be thinking about. Your voice is deeper and you've been through some rough patches. I wanna hear about it all while slowly opening you up to mine.

You kissed my hands, and me repeatedly. You rubbed my arms, my hands, my back, my legs without anything in return. Ask me repeatedly if I like the way you're loving me, let me know I yield the yes and no to consent (something I have never been allowed before). There are no guilt trips or trying to otherwise persuade me into sleeping with you when I decline. I say I don't do casual sex and you hold me saying I am a good girl. And when I know your body is desiring mine, you turn to the side so I don't have to feel it's persuasion, cause if you hadn't I would've so easily given in.

I don't sleep well the first couple nights sharing a bed. This is just for one. I lay there and listen to your breathing to signal you falling into a deeper sleep. I smile at your soft snoring knowing I do as well. I find warmth in knowing you feel safe enough to be vulnerable to sleep next to me.

For a night I remember what it is like to love and be loved.