Skin against skin...                       your paper against my pen...                                                               that's when...                                                                                the poetry begins...



WET


The warmth of the water relaxes me as I sink below the surface releasing myself from stresses of a more than hectic work week. I have finally found an escape from the demands of my job and the troubles of life and it begins here...in this tub. It’s like the water somehow cleanses my spirit and negativity is released from my pores. With each inhale and exhale, I am one breath closer to euphoria...if there is such a place. The steam emerging from the surface amplifies the relaxation of my mind, body, and soul. I close my eyes and revert back to my senses, the very basis of my existence. The hint of cucumber melon in the air fills my nostrils reminding me of love making moments previously shared by you and I. Remembering the softness of skin against mine as we explored our passions together. From the first kiss to the last embrace and all of the multilevel connections in between. Before I can sink any deeper into my replayed fantasies, I hear the door knob turn…

 

You entered the room, your naked body radiating against the glow of the flickering flames of the floating candles awaiting you in our bath. I salivate as I take in the beauty of you, the curves of your body, the look in your eyes, the smile upon your face. For a moment, I am lost in your femininity, as my glance becomes a stare. I motion for you to join me and you oblige. Centering yourself between my thighs, reclining within my arms, I am your comfort zone. Once again, your skin against my skin, I enter my place of Zen, which is you. I put my arms around you in search of your fingers to interlock them with my own. You exhale in the safety of my arms and that moment of beauty is recorded and stored with the many memories of you that I keep within my inner sanctum.

 

We engage in intimate conversations reinventing the events of week leading up to this moment. Our verbal intercourse arouses the sapiosexual within me. The articulation of your expression ignites a fire and my passion awakens. It amazes me how non sexual interaction has become an aphrodisiac of sorts when comes to you. I have noticed that the most innocent gestures between us tend to send me down a sensual spiral leaving me in the midst of my erotic imagination. Subjected to visions of our souls connected intensifies the intimacy experienced simply from listening to you expressing your thoughts and displaying your emotions. For a moment, I am lost in the fury of the mental projection of our lovemaking as the images of our memories transform into plans for our immediate future.

 

To be continue
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Reed Houston