Anniversary

It is too early to be up. I can not sleep. I lie awake listening to you breathe. I want you again. Your body is warm. Firm. Soft with hair. I hold you in spoon fashion and inhale your scent. My breasts touch your shoulders. Nipples grow hard. I pet you gently. Running my nails over your thighs. Working my hand over your ass. You moan in your sleep. This arouses me even more.

It is too early to be up. I let you sleep. My desire for you is too strong. I get out of bed and leave you in peace. I pace the house trying to find something productive to do. Thoughts of your flesh haunt me. Remembering the want in your eyes last night, gives me a rush. My body aches to be near yours again.

Temptation.

For fifteen years we have walked together. I know you so well...and you, me. There is comfort in that. In the knowing, trusting, and the fimilar. There is also the thrill. Racing heart everytime I look into your eyes. Feel your kiss. Witness your love.

There do not seem to be strong enough words to tell you how I feel about you. So I will simply say...

Look at me.
Listen to me.
Hear me.

I love you.