While She Sleeps
Miscellaneous by: CapoMike
How can it be…
I wake in the morning and move not, so I may smell the scent of her sleeping body; it fills my nostrils and stirs pleasurable sensations in the deepest recesses of my soul…no perfume, only that which emanates from her spirit…a naturalness she wears when unclothed…the scent that draws me to her…a scent unmatched.
I gently move my fingertips along the length of her thigh, across the arch of her hip, through the valley of her waist to ascend along her back and down her arm…ever so gently so that she will not be disturbed in her peaceful breathing…a breath of air between her skin and mine…a touch almost not a touch…a sense of oneness with the coming light of dawn that slowly creeps into the room.
The smell, the touch, stirs a mystery within me…how can it be that such subtlety can cause such passion in me…such a multitude of feelings – each with an intensity of its own…all intertwined to create a mosaic of intimacy that defies words. I know this moment will be a brief pleasure, but I know it is a path to a greater pleasure when she awakens, and once again I am consumed by the beautiful abyss that are her eyes…an abyss I willingly fall into.
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