The Act

Your scent beckons me; a sweet, warm, richness, found in our closeness. The low hum of your voice muffled by our embrace, is mine to possess. Intrigued by the beauty of your brow, your tresses sweep softly over my breasts. With tender caution, you arouse my being and I am captivated by your presence...your touch, your kiss. The light from the night sky scatters along our union, breaking through the window dressings and the glimpse of our togetherness memorizes me, as I watch the ebb and flow of sighs and grinds reflecting in the mirror. As my heart speeds meeting, echoing in response to his, sweat trickles down his chest. Grasped tightly, he grows in me and I know I am desired. His breaths quicken and my joy is overflowing surrounding him. Deeper into my love unchartered he finds his home, his heaven and with his whole being he gives his love to me and I am filled with warmth. Quiet, stillness, soft kisses, slow motions....he sleeps. The sleep of a thousand warriors, and I am conquered. Gently betwixt my breast his head rests. His hands caught in the arch of my back and he still inside his heavenly place. Sleep finds me and I dream of him.