Our Night
Dry chill in the air under a sky sprinkled with stars like glitter on felt thick as dust. Faint air of chimneys in the distant town wafts lazily by.
Night falls and it's sounds awaken.
Distant howl of the nightly pack, some unrest as cars dart down the nearby road.
Despite it all, the security we create is palpable. Legs entwined as I pull you close, feel your warmth, you skin soft to my fingertips. You chatter from the cold...I draw you even nearer for a nibble on the lips followed by a deep thrust of the tongue.
Ironically warmer now, though we are naked. Skin to skin, pheromones at play. You body quivering and soft moans emanating from a place no one has seen. I drink you in, in waves. Your moans are matched only by the heat of passion I feel now as we are sitting, facing each other in a moment of pure love and expression. I can make the lines of your face faintly through the steamy air we've created. I sense peace, pleasure and security. You are beautiful. We are joined as one, warm and wet, the musk of sweat and sex too much to ignore as we continue this love dance.
Coolness at last, the doors swing wide. We walk, talk, and you are mine. We explore the subtleties of our faces, necks, arms, chests. We know one another as we do ourselves. We are one in spirit and body. The night ambles on, as our time draws near.
Parting, how hated. I fumble for a last kiss, walk away, trembling. I sit, stand, run to you again. Once more, with passion. You can't go, but you must. Not forever, but for now. Though separated by dimensions, you remain near in a dream and in my heart, forever.
Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012
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