Sometimes...

I’ll make Love to you…

     Light winds blew through open windows scenting the air with Lilacs.  The bed was small, only enough space to force us to be right on top of each other.  He undressed me slowly, taking care with each piece and laying them on a chair as to keep them save during the time we would be together. He looked so gallant standing above me as I looked up into his hazel eyes. They had a calming effect on me, letting me know that I would be safe.

     My body exposed to him now, he sat next to me and looked me over. I wonder what was going through his mind. Did he find me attractive?  Was I what he wanted? Questions raced through my mind, distracted me even, until I felt someone grab my hand.

     I turned to face him. He smelled like baby powder and coco butter.  He kissed my lips softly. One kiss, two kiss, three kiss. We nibbled at each other’s lips taking our time to explore each other’s mouths. Our tongues tangoed for moments that past slowly. I felt my blood rushing through every inch of my body. I was becoming excited with ever touch and caress. I was so happy to be here with him at this moment.

     I had never been in love before. When Thomas and I met, it was magical. His kisses sent shivers through my body making me feel electric.  I had spent month kissing him and letting him explore my body through my clothes. It was now time to let my love loose.

     He laid me down on his bed, brought my arms above my head, and told me to stay still. It was like he was posing me for a portrait. He started that the tips of my fingers and worked his way down to the tips of my toes. Electric shocks raced through my body sending chills down my spine. I felt woozie.

     Our lips met, our bodies combined, fused together by love and lust. We painted a portrait of love filled with greens, reds, purples and oranges. Our bodies meshed together leaving the naked eye to have to search to see where his body began and my ended. I felt so loved.

     As he entered my soul, he looked into my eyes and told me he loved me and was happy to be with me. I felt a trust at he entered sending passion through body. I shuddered for a moment feeling weak but strong at the same time. I felt my body relax as he moved in and out, showing my body the path to its redemption. Our spirits sang to each other, a song of love.

     I held on tight. I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to feel his warmth inside me forever. He dug in deeper and deeper searching for the depths of my insides sending them into ecstasy.   It was amazing.

     As the heavens opened up and we both felt the height of our souls combining, he looked into my eyes and I saw the world.

     “I love you,” he whispered.

     “I love you too,” I said before kissing him.

     We relaxed, still wrapped in each other’s arms. I was drunk with love. It felt great.

Love making is an art form. We all should experience it, but only some of us are lucky too.