Sabre D'mour
Just A Dream?
Questions swirl through my mind as I enter the room, lit only by that of the full moon. Behind me he softly closes the door as I try to take it all in. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me tight against him, as he buries his face in my hair. I can feel him breathe deep as he takes in my scent. I tilt my head back relishing the feel of his body against mine. Oh, it has been so long..too long.
He pushes my locks aside, and soon I feel his lips brush against the the sensitive flesh of my neck. I tilt my head, giving him full access, for the feel of his lips, the tickle of his beard is just the beginning, and I am not yet in a hurry, so I close my eyes and just......feel.
While his lips are so delightfully occupied, his hands leave my waist, sliding up and under my sweater, his touch light against my skin barely touching as he knows I like. His lips leave my neck only long enough to pull the sweater up and over my head, tossing it to a nearby chair, before they return, this time turning his attention to my shoulder. Oh, how I shiver in delight as he slides my bra straps off my shoulders, making sure that not a single inch of flesh is left wanting.
Turning in his arms, I stand on tip-toe as my lips seek and find his, and my fingers make quick work of the buttons on his shirt...for now I must feel his flesh against mine.
Breathless, I break the kiss "How.....how can it be...both of us there....at the same time?" I ask him, still unable to believe that I have found him after all this time. Scooping me into his arms he takes a few steps to the bed, gently laying me across it before lowering himself on top of me.
I begin to think that perhaps this is all just a dream, for he does not answer, but lowers his mouth to mine, parting my lips, his tongue exploring, teasing, and at that moment I do not care. If this is a dream, then I pray that it never ends. I close my eyes and savor the moment
He rises from me slightly and my eyes snap open at the movement and brown meet green...each searching the others...as he slowly, oh so slowly removes every stitch of clothing from both of us. Finally he speaks "Fate...it is fate Sabre"
© Sabre D'mour
Just A Dream?
Questions swirl through my mind as I enter the room, lit only by that of the full moon. Behind me he softly closes the door as I try to take it all in. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me tight against him, as he buries his face in my hair. I can feel him breathe deep as he takes in my scent. I tilt my head back relishing the feel of his body against mine. Oh, it has been so long..too long.
He pushes my locks aside, and soon I feel his lips brush against the the sensitive flesh of my neck. I tilt my head, giving him full access, for the feel of his lips, the tickle of his beard is just the beginning, and I am not yet in a hurry, so I close my eyes and just......feel.
While his lips are so delightfully occupied, his hands leave my waist, sliding up and under my sweater, his touch light against my skin barely touching as he knows I like. His lips leave my neck only long enough to pull the sweater up and over my head, tossing it to a nearby chair, before they return, this time turning his attention to my shoulder. Oh, how I shiver in delight as he slides my bra straps off my shoulders, making sure that not a single inch of flesh is left wanting.
Turning in his arms, I stand on tip-toe as my lips seek and find his, and my fingers make quick work of the buttons on his shirt...for now I must feel his flesh against mine.
Breathless, I break the kiss "How.....how can it be...both of us there....at the same time?" I ask him, still unable to believe that I have found him after all this time. Scooping me into his arms he takes a few steps to the bed, gently laying me across it before lowering himself on top of me.
I begin to think that perhaps this is all just a dream, for he does not answer, but lowers his mouth to mine, parting my lips, his tongue exploring, teasing, and at that moment I do not care. If this is a dream, then I pray that it never ends. I close my eyes and savor the moment
He rises from me slightly and my eyes snap open at the movement and brown meet green...each searching the others...as he slowly, oh so slowly removes every stitch of clothing from both of us. Finally he speaks "Fate...it is fate Sabre"
© Sabre D'mour