That Moment

She lays back, her arms wrapped over the top of her pillowed head. My thumbs stroke the insides of her biceps as I lie on top of her. My weight eases into her as I stare into her eyes from elbow length away. How vulnerable she is in this place. Fully accepting me. Opening all of herself to my desires. Will I give her my all? Will she accept what I am willing to offer and nothing more? Or will she want the ultimate price? Can I pay the price? Am I willing?
And then, like the Angels of heaven singing, The words of a great lyricist echo in my brain. 

“Let me sleep on it. I’ll give you an answer in the morning.”
And I smile and kiss her. 

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2 Responses to That Moment

  1. shell222 says:

    we live for us and that ought to be enough. I love it 🙂

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