by Lota Eze
Lying on your bed. Naked as the day I was born. Bare chested you can feel my heart beat. Bared soul you can see my heart beat. I belong here on this bed, with you. I've never been more sure of anything, I am sure of this.
You let your hands wander. Exploring me, touching me, knowing. With each tender brush of your flesh against mine the rest of me shivers in anticipation of where your skin will make it's next landing. Kisses, velvety kisses all on my face; I giggle like a child, tickled pink by the way your lips make the most cartoonish 'smack' every time it came in contact with my cheeks. Bliss. That's what this is. It's bliss.
You look into my eyes and I fight the urge to look down. You hate it when I look down because according to you my eyes deserve to be looked at endlessly. Such flattery, yet I find myself paying more attention to my eyes. These are the things you make me do. Still holding my gaze your hands go lower towards that place between my legs, the place that's already tingling in anticipation of the feel of you. Throbbing, that's more like it. I'm throbbing for you, constantly, always.
Slowly I let my legs part, my subtle way of showing you how much I want you. And I want you. I want you more than the Trojans needed Helen back. I want you so bad I'm scared you'll be able to sense it through my skin that for some reason feels so much softer next to yours. Better.
Everything is better next to you. Nipples tender, alert to the sensations your mouth brings, I gasp as you nibble a little and you smile because you know it's painful pleasure. I've always hated my breasts until of course I met you and you made me see my body in a whole new light. To you my breasts were two perfect mounds of supple skin placed on the body of a goddess meant as befitting final touches on a masterpiece.
Your words woo me better than anything else you could have ever offered. I turn them over and over in my head, like a cherished ornament I keep them in my mind, my safe place and there when I'm alone, I take them out and I let them evoke in me the same emotions they did the day you first spoke them to me. I like it when you whisper in my ear, all your smutty words sound like poetry to me. I'm lost in a world created by your language, here you reign supreme.
In a move so bold I feel the butterflies in my belly start a marching band, I draw you closer and I breathe into your ears, but it's not just breath; words come out too, shy and plaintive almost hidden by the burst of air that carried them into your ear canals. But you hear me anyways, you hear me when I tell you just how bad I want you, because you always hear me.
You tease me because you can, because you know I'm helpless under your spell. "Beg me" you say in that drawl you get when you're turned on and I beg. I beg for release. I want you so bad it's the only thing in the world, the anticipation of it consumes me, engulfs me; it is all there is at this moment. And then when you do, we're both lost in each other. In the chaos that ensues, betwixt limbs and torsos we become one physically just like we are in the mind. Climax. The peak. Satisfaction.
The dead cat has been brought back from curiosity induced death. We have become transient beings, on a higher plane of existence and it is bliss. You are my bliss. And then it's all over and we're spiralling down back to reality, moans getting louder till they aren't quite moans anymore but screams of ecstasy ( mostly from me). It's over and we're wrapped up in each other. My head on your chest, just like all the lovers that the world has ever witnessed have lain and will continue to lie, I rest peacefully in your arms with my head on your chest.
I drift off to sleep with the sound of your voice as my lullaby and just before i'm taken by unconsciousness; I smile. I smile because I know i'll be awoken by kisses on my back and down the length of my spin. And I am content.