Standing Alone

I see you standing alone in your living room. You are wearing shorts and a halter. I walk up behind you and gently enfold my arms about you. I hold you close. You in turn grab onto my fore arms. I lightly kiss your left ear, once, twice. Then the back of your neck, as I do this I hold you tighter to myself. You feel good, you feel warm, and you feel like love.
I then see your beautiful shoulders and cannot help myself, first the left, then the right, I kiss them oh so gently. I want to make soft love to those shoulders. They are beautiful. However, you are …
… too much for me. I cannot hold my passion when I touch you. I feel I do not have the right to possess someone as fine as you. You are fine, you are very fine indeed. You are beautiful. I fell in love with you, the woman I am now holding, long before I ever saw your face. However, do I have the right to … No I cannot think that way. I want you, and that is all that matters. I not only want you, I need you. The woman I am now holding is my …
… Salvation. I was naught until I met you. But, I am holding you now, and I do not want to let you go, ever. Even though I think of you as a goddess, I must, and I will have you. I cannot help myself …
… when you look at me, That is why I stand behind you now. But you turn to face me anyway. You stand there with your arms around me, looking up into my eyes. Those jade eyes look into my eyes and silently ask me to take you. You want to give yourself to me. It is more than I dare hope, it is more than I deserve, and it is a precious gift that I shall treasure. You, I shall treasure.
Without words we move closer, in unison, our lips touch, barely. We want to saver the first kiss. We are thinking as one. We feel as one, and yes, we will become one. We stand in your living room, embraced in love, embraced in a single desire… Then without forewarning, as though we both had the thought simultaneously, we part our mouths, we want to become one another, nothing short of entering one another’s body will satisfy the desire we both feel …
We, without a word, move to the couch. As we, with your arms about my neck, kiss like we have never kissed anyone before, I reach down to your shorts. I undo the button that is keeping me from heaven. The zipper slides easily downward. There is no rush, as they say, “Heaven Can Wait.” However, I do not know about you and me.