feelings

Could you lean back to back and enjoy a book without speaking a sound?


Or when you are lying against my back in bed and you turn your head and the smell of your perfume lofts over the pillow and fill my
nostrils like memories of the days events.

I can just stare at the indents in the small of your back for hours, gently flowing my finger through the curves.

Hang your hair in my face so that I can enjoy the scent of your shampoo mingled with your adventures through out the day.
Have you ever explored the lips while kissing, every detail and line from side to side. A foot message that feels like a twenty-minute
vacation.
Or something simple, like a bubble bath and a beer.
The taste of a fine wine on your breath, as you unwind from a home cooked Italian feast.
Talking until two in the morning about Dior, Marc Jacobs, the color that you envision painting the kitchen in the spring, lying on your
chest just to hear the music of your heart as it blends with your breathing.
Playing in the backyard while it rains, wrestling in the mud and laughing until your cheeks are sore.
And of course the sensual tasting, groping, flirting, exploring and becoming one in a moment of passion shared between you and your best
friend in the whole, who accepts you stripped down to your most vulnerable and intimate, in sessions lasting what seems like forever.
The thoughts of the night before running through your mind as you sit at your desk the next day and blush, the heat rising in your cheeks,
the smile that you try to conceal.