Sikiliza

My love, I am beginning to think that the idea  I had of not knowing how to dance is all in my mind… How else can I explain the flawless rhythm of our lovemaking? When my pulse and your heart beat is in sync... And how my heart skips at simply the sight of you… When you embrace me close and how I enjoy rubbing against you… Writhing and entwining in and around each other Never missing a beat, Wordless; This dance of ours is nothing short of a miracle. But I also need to ask who invented kisses; Because I suspect you had something to do with this How else can I explain the near perfection that are your kisses The kind of kiss that stills the time All I can do is…breathe My love when your lips connect with mine it is incredible… I mentally remind myself to keep my eyes open the next time As soon as you reach towards me The anticipation of delicious sensations Send my eyes shut tight, feelings like this can only be p rocess...

I am just sitting here listening to the putter of the rain outside I think of the distance between us and try to remember, you and your smile. When I am with you I think of how you are part of many transitions In my body, my mind and my heart.... All of them turn me on way bright Everything of mine is putty in your arms… Touching or connecting with you energizes me You recharge every cell in my being. You restore me You heal me You fill me You make me whole Your love, your memories your dreams Envelop me so wonderfully and then; I am filled with your you-ness. Pinning you on the pillows as I kiss you is exhilarating... I can feel you giving yourself to me Opening, letting go.... Its such a precious feeling Holding all your vulnerability in my hands I never ever want to let you or this go... You are my muse My obsession My everything-ness. I love watching you, touching, bumping into you, rubbing off on you,  talking to you, smelling you lis...

I am having a lazy evening. Just got off the shower and thinking of turning in soon after a long arduous day. It’s a dull silence because I am away for work; so none of those warm familiar sounds and motions of you in the house with me. I look out at the hotel room window staring blankly at the dim light at dusk.   Wrapped in my light kikoy, I enjoy twirling my fingers on the partly drawn lacey cream curtains. I should be conscious of the office building next door and prying eyes that may see me but I do not care. It is exhausting constantly worrying about being decent and respectable for neighbours when that is the last thing on my mind right now. Come to think of it, I feel there should be a right to be and feel indecent. Sigh. You would have laughed at that. I smile and remind myself to share that sorry attempt of humor with you when I return. As I loose the kikoy and enter the crisp sheets and duvet and imagine that it is our bed at home. ...