Why is it that I relish the time that I am alone
to savor our intimacy,
let it run through my imagination,
allow it to tickle my deepest senses?
Releasing my mind,
I slip into that secret space between
consciousness and un-…
where I can feel your hand sliding
along the curve of my thigh,
taste you neck warming
to my open lips.
These memories enter me as you do,
I piece the experience together like an almost forgotten sensation…
the first time you smelled a rose
and brushed its velvety petals
to your lips,
feeling its caress.
I let my tongue wrap slowly
around my finger,
and feel your tongue.
These sensations fill my fantasies.
The raw energy.
The harsh grip of your hands along my pelvis.
As we begin,
the only barrier is my body’s resistance,
which quickly turns to acceptance.
Images become fluid scenes
that seem to slide
into one moving feeling.
Now, your thrust has a sharp clarity
edging on pain…
The kind of pain
that can only be described as
These moments, as I lay alone
I am thinking of you, of us…
and more than that…
I am reliving how I love