Ode to Vincent

Written by: suzanne hoyt

On this cold and rainy morning I wake to the soft sound of your breathing.. 
Your chest slowly moving up and down as you are far off in a land of dreams.

I caress your cheek,
careful not to wake you from what seems to be such a peaceful 
slumber. 

Your skin so warm and soft against my cold hand,
I close my eyes and I drift as your sent fills my nostrils.. 

Slowly moving toward those plump lips, 
they have been neglected of kisses for too long..
Pressing my lips to yours a small moan escapes me.

I feel your hand carefully move from its place of origin, 
on your stomach, to my hip. Urging me closer, the heat rising off your body is so 
inviting.. 

I can hold back no longer. I plunge my tongue into your mouth, past 
teeth, feeling so deep inside as i flick my tongue back and forth.

Soft caresses turn to tight grips, nails claiming flesh, heart pounding.
Moving into position, I climb atop of you..

In my mind
clouds burst.
In reality, gasps for air trying to be caught.

No chance of stopping what I've started. Blurs of light shining from across the room, 
whispers and panting saying "i love you".

In the end.. both left searching for the 
air we had lost, legs unable to move, mind shut down, ecstasy swirling around 
our bodies.