I can imagine...

While I cook a dinner for two,
You walk so light,
Startling me with your warm hands around my hips,
Moving up to the waist and back down.

Your breath on my neck,
I giggle from the tickling sensation,
As your lips close and land,
Holding me in your hands ,
Trapping me in an embrace,
Of lust, passion, and love.

I let the food simmer for a while.
And in that moment,
I turn to you,
Wrapping my hands around your snuggly back,
Gently carressing,
As I lay my face on your chest.

The little sounds you make ,
and adding my little laughs.
We face each other,
Looking up at you,
Looking down at me.
The difference in height,
Is not a hindrance to what we have done,
As our lips touch and time stops.

You carry me gently,
Laying my buttocks on the cold top of the base cabinets,
One hand on my hips and another on my cheek.
I trap you in my arms,
Pulling you closer,
Ensuring the trap does ensnare you into an addicting flame of romance.

You turn off the stove,
Food not fully cooked.
You carry me like that hug during our honeymoon,
Laying me gently on the bed,
Hands going to your favorite parts,
The hips to waist to the legs,
As the night turns to day,
And we awake,
Unclothed glued to one another.

The dinner was as remarkable as the day after the wedding,
The rawness and saltiness of the skin.
The sweet movement of what's inside.
The tenderness of the muscle.
I succumb to the pleasure,
The numbness,
The emotions,

The craving for more.

I awake to see you not on the bed,
But in the kitchen,
Cooking fresh breakfast for two,
Like what you do every single day.

To sleep and wake,
With you by my side;
To work and relax,
With you by my side;
To live and to survive,
With you at my side.

but it's only that,

imagine.

© reyelm