Bedroom Closet

The night was full of dreams of smooth skin and soft kisses once again. It’s been like that for sev­eral days now. Whether we’re alone in the dark­ness and cool of our quilts and sheets or spread out on car­pets with other hands and other lips join­ing us, every­thing is hap­pen­ing like a soft warm breeze. Slow and delib­er­ate and sweet.

I’d thought our return to lov­ing after such a long absence would be hard and fran­tic; explo­sions of pas­sion and sweat and moan­ing; But my dreams artic­u­late dif­fer­ent path­ways for desire, more like a slow river through soft stone. Intentional.

The tran­si­tion from dreams of touch­ing you to aware­ness of your breasts under my hand and you shoul­der under my lips was seam­less. I don’t know when it was that I reached a point in my aware­ness when my hands became my own again. When my lips went where I told them. When I could find release within the soft hot embrace inside you by sim­ply rolling on top of you.

I love times like this; built up by a long night dream­ing of past and future pas­sion fol­lowed so closely by release inside you. Wel­come back baby. I’m look­ing for­ward to you being home

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