i am sitting up in my apartment.
it's real real late, especially for a school nite.
and all I can think about is a woman of my own.
i would love to have this life.
could i imagine,
even for a moment,
writing all night on a full stomach,
after eating a wonderfully filling meal that I prepared,
and when the writing was done.
getting into a warm bed.
that's all i ever wanted,
a hot meal and warm bed to get into.
going into a dark room,
pulling the sheets back and feeling the heat
radiate from the center of the bed,
where my woman was sleeping on her back or side,
just lying there,
in love, with me,
her heavy body throwing off heat,
i pull the covers down around us,
and she feels me get close to her,
my body begins to press against hers,
as if I were sealing out the cold
from the tips of her feet
all the way to the top of her head,
and her long soft hair that i bury my face in,
to feel the thickness of her round legs
against my own,
and my body presses up against her full behind,
i push my chest against her back
and wrap my arms around her,
getting both arms to feel the heft of her belly,
so full and warm against my fingers,
the inside of my arms feeling the bottom of her breasts,
so erotic,
she begins to perk up and nestles her bottom closer to me,
she shimmies between the sheets,
increasing the warmth
the slow grind begins,
and we don't have sex,
we just lie there,
grinding against each other,
absolutely in love
at peace with the dark warmth around us,
we're both aroused,
but it's inner arousal,
the feeling of being completely cared for and completely at ease,
full, satiated, content and relax,
we need not have intercourse,
we lie there
and our touch, together
is enough for us both to reach a climax
so sweet and pure,
that when it's over,
she simply rolls over
and our bodies seal each other to each other,
again,
a soft kiss goodnite.
and love spoken in silence.
it's real real late, especially for a school nite.
and all I can think about is a woman of my own.
i would love to have this life.
could i imagine,
even for a moment,
writing all night on a full stomach,
after eating a wonderfully filling meal that I prepared,
and when the writing was done.
getting into a warm bed.
that's all i ever wanted,
a hot meal and warm bed to get into.
going into a dark room,
pulling the sheets back and feeling the heat
radiate from the center of the bed,
where my woman was sleeping on her back or side,
just lying there,
in love, with me,
her heavy body throwing off heat,
i pull the covers down around us,
and she feels me get close to her,
my body begins to press against hers,
as if I were sealing out the cold
from the tips of her feet
all the way to the top of her head,
and her long soft hair that i bury my face in,
to feel the thickness of her round legs
against my own,
and my body presses up against her full behind,
i push my chest against her back
and wrap my arms around her,
getting both arms to feel the heft of her belly,
so full and warm against my fingers,
the inside of my arms feeling the bottom of her breasts,
so erotic,
she begins to perk up and nestles her bottom closer to me,
she shimmies between the sheets,
increasing the warmth
the slow grind begins,
and we don't have sex,
we just lie there,
grinding against each other,
absolutely in love
at peace with the dark warmth around us,
we're both aroused,
but it's inner arousal,
the feeling of being completely cared for and completely at ease,
full, satiated, content and relax,
we need not have intercourse,
we lie there
and our touch, together
is enough for us both to reach a climax
so sweet and pure,
that when it's over,
she simply rolls over
and our bodies seal each other to each other,
again,
a soft kiss goodnite.
and love spoken in silence.
