violets

I was waiting for you. My eyes were bathed in darkness; there was no light within. I tried to see, but I was blind. And then you came.

“I love every inch of you,” you said. I tried to open my eyes and see, but they only fluttered.

“Only you can fill the holes in my mind and soul,” you whispered against my naked breasts. Without you, I felt abject loneliness. Your breath grazed my opened thighs. My entire body ached for your touch. I wanted to feel you inside me. I wanted you to fill my voids. I needed you.

With featherlight touches, you mapped out my body; each touch sent an electric jolt through me. Your fingers played me like an instrument -sweet torture. And as you pinned me in place with your body, you commanded, “Look at me.” My eyes opened, just to drown in the depths of your soul.

Movement. Hard flesh. Sticky and sweaty. Heady scents. You and me.

“Take my hand.” Our fingers intertwined, your lips claimed mine. Our bodies became one, moving to the rhythm of our own song. You grunted, and I moaned. You groaned, and I cursed. “Look at me,” you demanded between kisses. Your tongue danced with mine, your hands tightened around mine. You were deep inside me, filling my mind, my body. A fire burned within me, and excitement trickled out of me.

Too much friction. Too much. Yet not enough.

“More,” I whispered.

Bodies twitched and trembled, never missing a beat. A dance of lust. And then, the wave caught us-lifting, carrying, breaking us apart, and bringing us back together. We floated and rode it out-waves of ecstasy. We clung to each other.

“I love you.’

“I love you.”

“Oh, how I love you,” you chuckled, breathless.

No words were left in me-only an affirmative moan. I was full. Full of you. Full of me. Full of life.

Your head rested on my chest, your hand spread across my stomach, pinching the skin before soothing it with tender strokes.

I closed my eyes. I had found what I was looking for. Your light illuminated my darkness, guiding me.

“Tell me what to do,” I murmured. “Sleep for now,” you ordered softly.

“Will you be there when I wake up?” My voice was thick with sleep, sated and drowsy. I couldn’t hear your answer. Sleep claimed me first. But you were there in my dreams. We lay in a meadow, surrounded by violets…