Bedroom Closet

I woke up alone this morn­ing think­ing about you kiss­ing another woman. I’m not sure why but it may have been because there were two women who kissed briefly in one of the movies we watched this week­end. Theirs was dif­fer­ent though; brief and almost embar­rassed. They were also at a party. In my thoughts this morn­ing there was only you and her and I.

But you weren’t pay­ing atten­tion to me.

There was no sound in the room except for breath­ing and kisses. You were lay­ing back on the bed propped up a bit on some pil­lows, she was off to the side with her head over yours. Your hand were wound into her hair and the other around her waist while one of her hands rested on your breast gen­tly mas­sag­ing you through the lace of your neg­ligee; you were both in silk and lace… cov­ered, but in a reveal­ing way. Her hair fell over your face, but only enough to add mys­tery to the moment. Your eyes were closed.

I could see your mouth slightly open as her lips played with yours, moan­ing between tastes. Your tongues danced around lit­tle bites on gen­tle lips. The inten­sity of your kisses increased with the move­ment of your hands over each other. Your breath­ing became stronger and your moans more pro­nounced. But it was a slow process. I couldn’t account for the time. I was all filled with the soft sweet slow motion of your kisses.

and whis­pers of things to come…

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