Last night I couldn't sleep.
The moon was full and the light was so bright I just couldn't sleep.
I laid there looking at the moon and every now and then, the curtains would flutter; the open window letting the cool night air brush over my skin with delicate fingers that made me tingle and smile.
It felt just like it did when you ran your fingers over me like a blind man reading Braille. What did my skin tell you? Did it tell you how it struggled to rise and meet your touch with an anticipation that made each muscle erupt in small spasms?
Did it tell you that it hurt; the pressure of blood against the capillary walls create an ache that I would die to feel over and over again. Did it tell you that with every touch of your finger, my heart would flutter like butterfly wings against the inside of my chest and with each touch of your hand my whole body would scream in tones so high no mortal man could hear it.
But, the gods could hear it, because they would send me wave after wave of euphoria to mesmerize me and hold me in a state of bliss until you would fall asleep and I could recover with a long sigh of release.
I turned away from the window and the moon hanging low in the sky and I watched you breathe. The light illuminated you there on the bed next to me and I dared not touch you for fear of awakening you. So I just watched you breathe.
The sheet was wrapped loosely around your waste but I could make out the outline of your legs as they lie motionless mere inches from my own. Your chest rose slightly; shallow breaths as you dreamed your dreams.
With my eyes I touched your chest and felt your heart beating beneath the firm contour that would be your finely honed muscles. Your arms bid me to come lay within them. But I was still captivated with your breathing; even and sweet.
I close my eyes and call it back to me now.
Your eyes are shut now against the light. I close my eyes and remember how beautiful they are when they look into mine and hold me in their spell.
Your mouth. O my love, your mouth... how difficult it is to fight this urge to touch your lips and trace them with my fingertips.
How trying it is to test my will and keep me from placing my lips upon yours for one delightful second; the silkiness and plumpness of your lips as they meet mine would no doubt bring a flush to my skin. I would forget myself and I would extend my tongue just enough to taste you. Having tasted you, it would be impossible for me to hold myself back from gently biting your lower lip and pull it into my mouth...
I try to concentrate once more on your breathing.
It's of no use, I raise my hand and trace your mouth in the air, hovering so closely that I can feel your aura. It is like watching a dragonfly skim the water's surface with nary a ripple.
I am growing hungry for that kiss, my love.
As if you read my mind, you open your eyes and connect with mine. How long have you been lying there reading my thoughts?
Without saying a word you call me to you and I submit.
As you turn to greet me with your kiss, I caress your face and pull you to me. O, to feel your solid jaw in my hands as you feed off of my kiss is a splendor I cannot define. All I know is I am lost to you and the waves carry me far out to sea; a sea of undulating pleasure.
You draw down the side of my neck with your mouth until you find my breast and the nipple that stands at attention awaiting your command. Suckle, my love, suckle and bring me to a quickened breath to match your own.
You trace my soft mounds and sinews with your fingers, your mouth, your tongue and, there... there... taste me.
Taste me. I am the sustenance that feeds you here. Devour me and sate your lust before mine breaks free and consumes you.
I part my legs, a muscle memory from a learned knowing; your cadence and your unspoken demands. It will not be difficult to enter upon me here under the full moon's golden light. I am yours. I am always yours.
With a mighty thrust you take me. Again and again, I am pleading for more and you deliver without hesitation until you can no longer restrain your own desire to let go and allow the sensation to pull you from yourself and set you to fly in realms far above, where I will meet you and we will fall back into the bed, gripped in the sensations of our lust, until we can regain our composure and part.
I hate the parting. I hate the separation after having become one in our love, in our passion, in our communion.
But, to lie next to you, looking into your eyes as they close and return to their reveries, I feel the blush slowly lift and again the cool night air brushes against the moist warmth of my skin.
Yes, I watched you breathe. I could hear your heart beating. I can still smell your sweet scent.
I turned and looked out at the moon; the last thing I saw before I drifted into other realms of delight... realms that are always wrapped in your love.
M Teresa Clayton
