Pearls Sliding Down My Neck

First, he saw her silhouette in front of the window and then she stepped into the light.... The light shone just right off of her left collarbone, an illumination that took his breath away. He sucked it in quickly as he involuntarily turned towards her.  He seemed to have lost all control of his body. He was on autopilot. She turned three-quarters to him and glanced down where he could make out her perfect profile like a snapshot in time. Her dress was long and black. The short train trailed a bit behind her while the front was shorted revealing long, shapely legs and perfectly chiseled ankles that sat atop her feet cradled in expensive, designer heels. She walked as elegantly as a Gazelle ran. There was no touching the floor.  You could not detect the footsteps, just a gentle glide across the floor. She seemed to be the only one moving in the room among others paused in time. The moment was interdimensional. Time stopped. As she passed, he could see the intricate woven desig

She laid there clutching the pillow between her arms like she never wanted to let it go. How she craved for it to be human flesh.  The flesh of someone she could not live without, someone who could love her with the same intensity that she loved. It was both a blessing and a curse that she loved so passionately and deeply. More of a curse now it seemed. Almost 7 years since her husband left with no word, no warning. And how many years before that, with him, with no true love, just abuse. Being alone has its advantages.  There are less disappointments. But she learned to live alone and to love herself once again. She became stronger and more independent. But why, in her newfound confidence and strength, had she not found a soulmate that could equal her and give her what she craved?  She closed her eyes, as she did every day and night, and imagined, visualized, what it would be like to lay next to the man who she had waited for for so long. He would be tall and muscular

I turn my head as you run your lips down my neck. The pores of my skin stand up at attention to your touch. Mornings like this create a day that I want to end just so I can get to the next morning. Nothing exists outside of my bed, it's our own private world. I moan softly to let you know this is exactly what I want. You like it when I give you verbal and nonverbal feedback. I stretch to get longer and press myself against you and your kisses become gentle bites on my nape. The cool breeze from the window is a sharp contrast to the heat our bodies are creating. The sheer white curtains dance to the silent rhythm that our hearts are beating out. I notice these things. It is all part of the choreography of our passion. You pull back and look at me. Eye to eye. Soul to soul. Another favorite part of our love making ritual. You slide over onto your side and prop yourself up on your elbow and take your fingertips for a trip down the lines of my body. I love when you do this. I