This one here goes out exclusively for you.
Ready or not… Here we go……
One fine afternoon, I retired early from office, I drove to your place to have a chat with you over a cup of coffee. You make awesome coffee. We sat on the sofa, chatted for hours, sipping our cold coffees, ‘bout all the things we used to do.
Later that evening when I decided to take leave. You cleaned up the table and headed towards the kitchen, I was staring at you, cant describe it in words, Your lips glossed, when you turned back and smiled at me halfway, Your hips tossed side-to-side, back and forth, up and down, it turned me ON. When you emerged from the kitchen, I saw you wringing and grinning up on the floor, I know you saw me looking at you and you already know, I wanna love you. So I ran after you and got hold of your arm from behind and arrested you in ma arms, I saw that you were shy, So I pulled your long beautiful curls to one side and whispered ‘ I Love You’ in your lovely ear and kissed you on the back of your pretty neck.
You dragged me into the bedroom, where the bed was set, and it had petals of rose, orchids and dahlia, the room already had candles lit, the smell of flowers and burnt wick, were like your magic spell on me, which were playing games with ma senses. I had seen under your red hood jacket, your top was short and purple, belly dancing in a circle, you were looking stunning, in your low waist blue denim. A soft melody was played in the background.
You started unbuttoning ma shirt, while I’ve done away with your jacket. I reached for your sexy top, but you’ve already pulled the string, which was holding it on your body. I admire, how you anticipated all ma moves. It fell on to the ground effortlessly. You smiled playfully and helped me with your denim, mine had gone long time ago. Your voluptuousness drives me crazy. We danced to fandango, when I unhooked your bra, you hide your face in ma chest, but it only had made it worse, after that cuddle, I lifted you and placed you on the bed and laid the length of ma body against yours, it resembled a mosque. We were on a zest of our intrigue. As though we know already that for every tremor of pleasure, we would pay with equal measure of pain. You body is a masterpiece, artistically crafted sculpture of white and finest marble, painted with lively colors, as you are for real. You kissed me on ma chest, while I searched for a synovial and I grabbed one of the glass of daiquiri, you made, I took a sip from it and poured the rest on you, Your naked hot body soaked in the cozy bed, was glistening by the candle-light. Then I saw a tinkle in your eye. Your breasts are bigger and fuller, your wetness wet me. I took your nipple in ma mouth and cradled your other breast in ma calloused palm, your clouded eyes held ma clouded eyes in a steady gaze and You, a luminous woman opened yourself to me, a luminous man. You were as wide and deep as a river in spate. I sailed on your waters. You had felt me moving deeper and deeper into you. Frantic. Frenzied. Asking to be let in farther, further. Stopped only by the shape of mine and I was refused, when I had touched the deepest depths of yours, with a moan, sobbing, shuddering sigh, I drowned.
I kissed your eyes, your ears, your breasts, your belly. The line of down that led from your naval to your dark triangle, that told me where you want me to go. Inside of your legs, where your skin is softest. Then I lifted your hips and an untouchable tongue touched the innermost part of yours.
Our breathing was heavy, rhythmical. I held you against ma-self, with your back against ma chest. We cried and laughed at once. Then, for what seemed like an eternity, but was no more than five minutes, you slept leaning against me.
In the early morning, next day, when I woke up, I found you deep in sleep. I prepared breakfast for us. I had an office to look after, so I got ready to leave, but we have stuck to our own small world full of love. So each time we parted, we extracted only one small promise from each other.
‘Tomorrow ?’
‘Tomorrow.’
I drove to ma office. Even on this fine day, I’ve retired early from office. I am driving to your place to chat with you, over a cup of coffee. You make awesome coffee, remember. We’ll sit on the sofa, chat for hours, sipping our cold coffees, ‘bout all the things we do.
As I put it, it’s a vicious circle. We have been married since two years now, but it still feels the same. Oh yeah. Even better.
