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...