STORY: YOU LIE BACK ON THE BED

Here’s a fantasy I have of you: You lie back on the bed, your skin  against the white sheets, your legs spread wide, the heels of your shoes digging in deep. I kneel down and kiss your entire body, unfolded before me, natural and sublime. Your body and I are lovers, ancient lovers with ancient songs. This fantasy is one of many... oh yes, I have many ways to dream about going down on you, with my voice a vibration on your neck and in your mind, my hair brushing upon your belly, my lips on the inside of your knees, so soft and secret, my breath feathered onto every surface of your skin.

You ask for nothing, but you take everything. My silent offering. You relax into trust, opening, opening some more. Yes, you take all I can give, a selfish in gathering, a perfumed, rushing devouring. I adore the way your body looks to me; I tend to it like an unhurried gardener. I love your scent, your taste, the little noises you make, the feel of your skin against my lips…Oh love! I can’t resist. To aspire to celestial visions, though mortal and blind. You run your fingers through my hair, without intent, until an ancient, original, and primal urge overwhelms you, causing you to push my face down hard. I cannot breathe and yet I breathe. I follow the impulses: your unspoken directions, your implicit requests, your infinite signals of voice and rhythm. I stay right there, right there with you, never hurried but never slow, until your breath wells up within you and escapes in ragged sounds, and I kiss you hard, and you want it even harder, and you wrap your legs tightly around me, with your fingers in my hair, and you embrace me strongly, holding me there upon the wave, and with my eyes softly closed, an indescribable emotion releases from within... and a single tear flows from me and mixes with you...

I take your body now in all of the ways you give it to me. I melt into you, my delectable one, and in the final triumphal throes of this dark night, you draw me down upon your body, down dreamy soft, and sink we two into the earth, for we have seen the light, seen the light. The opus completes..Oh, to sleep, to rest in each other’s arms, till the dawn-chorus of meadowlarks stirs a daydream again