Face

© 2007 Sandra Jean-Pierre
I wrapped my legs around her waist, snaking my hands over her shoulders, down her rigid back. A sight we must have been - each in her own way, Goddess worship. She nosed my lips, not kissing them, meandering to my forehead before letting a primal moan climb from her throat. Her skin on mine, firey, clammy, cool. I clung closer, hoping that she, her essence, could quell the insurgency of my flesh.Throwing her head back, I devour her neck, resting my warm tongue on her rapid pulse, then sucking gently. She gasps, suprised maybe at her level of want or at my ability to meet it. I look deeply into her eyes, searching, imploring until I find the reason the universe created her.

"Oh...ohhhh..." Her lids close, eyes rolling back. Her precious rose colored lips quiver open. Coyly, I take the lower, savoring her tangy taste.

"MMmmm...:::gasp:::..." I cannot seem to find the air, that once gave me life, to be here, with her, like this.

Her hand cups the back of my head, running down my back, beneath my shirt. Arms to the ceiling, I am her hostage, as she frees my torso from my shirt, my bra. Before her, exposed. I looking down, wait. Shame? Wonder? Maybe I am afraid of the lengths my want of her will compel me to.

I look away, tears welling in my eyes. Images of my past love and loving protest in my mind. I want them erased, I want them silenced, yet they persist...

She holds my hand in hers, pulling me close. Her soft breast fills my palm. Instinctively, I run my thumb over her nipple - velvet. I bend in closer for a proper introduction and slide my mouth over her areola. I don't remember what day it is but I know that I want everyday with her, to be like my mouth was over her breast - close, warm, secure, loving. Here, like this, no lies existed, no untruth wrapped its cold fingers around my throat.