Here on the tip of my tongue, the final sense, the impetus of hunger the bounty of being sated. It’s the blackberry of the Shiraz … her lips to my tongue It’s tangerine squeezed fresh to her wrist and waterfalling to my mouth. and the sweet syrup of… her **************************************** Just for tonight let me [...]
“Ooh, but I still smell her.” – Lt. Col. Frank Slade in “Scent of a Woman” (1992) It’s her skin in the mornings that smells of rain and lemons. It’s her favorite perfume behind her ear mixing with the soapy clean of her shampoo. It’s the smell of sun and coconuts on her back in [...]
It’s a sound, or even sometimes a silence she makes that instantly mutes the world but for her heartbeat, my heartbeat, and the vibrations in between. It’s the short “hmm.” with an upward twist that lets me know she’s not paying attention, it’s the lower “hmmm,” when she’s ready to engage her point of view, [...]
Looking without touching… that was difficult. But now… Now I can run my fingers through her hair and feel the silken strands, like ribbons, slide across my knuckles. My hand can rest on the back of her neck with my thumb on the left side feeling her heartbeat and the other four resting gently on [...]
Ahhh… the look of a woman. From her head to her toes, as a whole, or focusing on specific parts of her body….god.. it’s like watching a sunset and being able to freeze it at the peak of it’s beauty and just feel that hummm in your chest letting you know this… is something amazing. [...]
