Conversation

I want your hands all over me, baby. I want my hands all over you, tracing the outline, the perfect architecture of your every curve. I want to cross that invisible barrier between us, that barrier that makes us believe in separateness. There is no seperation between us, feel the reality of our connectivity. I want to erase any lingering awkwardness, kiss away your tears, love away your fears-trust...in the purity of my intentions.

I want to wrap my arms around you and try to convey how much I love you through touch, touch establishes communication, and what is transmitted has more meaning than words. My tongue in the shell of your ear replaces words spoken, and your fingertips trace secrets on the tops of my sensitive thighs, us tangled, hopelessly, together in a human love-knot. I'm listening, love. Speak to me, now, without words. Your secrets are safe with me.

I want to plant kisses up and down your spine, dip my tongue delightfully into the dimples on either side, right at the base of your back, as your spine becomes concave, your ass raising hypnotically, an animalistic enticement that I simply can't ignore-nostrils flaring as the scent of sexual awakening hangs sweetly in the air, olor de amor. The scent of love.

When it's time for words, I want to hear you beg me to relieve your built up tension, your voice thin and desperate as your passion begins to flow--your desire summed up within a series of breathless gasps. Tell me. Tell me what you want, love, I'll give it to you- because to please you is my purpose. Please, allow me to elaborate with the silent thrust of a deeply searching tongue. Then I want to hear you moan my name. Will you do that for me? Moan it once, softly, then louder--sing to me baby, that song of love, until you’re reduced to little whimpers. I'm here--hanging on to every word, hanging on to every whimper, hanging on to YOU.

I want you spent, every trouble, every problem, every negative thought washed away...swallowed whole as your once incarcerated libido drips unfettered down the back of my throat. Mmmmm, free at last. Free. At. Last.

Then, I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase, your body curled up tenderly against me, the warm, rhythmic caress of your breath against my skin as you dream peacefully...and I want to wake entrenched in the wonder of after glow, your head on my chest, a smile on your beautiful face.

Let's talk girl, you know I love our conversation.