When I make love to you, my heart races to catch my breath. I feel your fingers softly drawing circles upon my face. I hear your sigh gently in my ear. I sense you move from caressing to urgent to ecstasy.
You are both sensuous and sexual. Our love making begins early in the day. It is not lust in the sense of the immediacy of the moment but rather a day long romance woven with words and touching, laughing and singing, brushing by each other lightly but with promising intent, dancing to our favorite song, making dinner together, a glass of wine, soft lights, bubble baths and candles, soothing music, fresh linens, gentle touching, knowing exactally where your most sensitive spots are and taking time moving from one to the other. Eventually, urgent lust overwhelms all rationale thinking and a crescendo of joyous bliss enters every part of our bodies.
We fall gently into slumber, in each other's arms. Our dreams will be as one, our morning will be together as we begin life's wonderful dance again.
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