Emotional touch, touching my skin....

We were tired, I mean dog tired at 8pm so we decided rather than fight it we may as well just go to bed. We did the bedtime routine, brushed teeth and what have you and was finally in bed at about 8:15.

I've told him before how glad I am that I met him and have him in my life, but last night I was giving silent thanks. I don't want to overdo it and have him think I'm not sincere. Laying there, in his arms, warm in bed and hot in love I couldn't help but think that this is how it should be, for everyone. He wanted to be there, he wants to stay, always. He shows me this, daily.

Through my thoughts I traveled, the sleepiness was now gone. My thoughts started to turn to lust and juicy sweet lips. He was so tired and we both have to work in the morning, so I decided to just let sleeping dogs lie. But impulses are not to be controlled. They can't be controlled. He felt the twitch and moved in closer to me. His breathing was heavy and his lips near my ear.

"What do you want baby?"

"You, baby, over and over and over again."

His lips, touching the back of my neck, sent shivers up and down my spine. He liked the effect. The kisses became more and more urgent.

"Dancin' in the dark
Middle of the night
Takin' your heart
And holdin' it tight

Emotional touch
Touchin' my skin
And askin' you to do
What you've been doin' all over again"


He chuckled and I asked what was so funny.
"we came to bed because we couldn't keep our eyes open and now we can't seem to get then to shut"
Tis true. We continued to lay there, talking. He was holding my hand, fingers intertwined with mine. Every now and then, quite without thinking about it, he would bring my hand to his lips and kiss it. I don't know why but it made me tear up. The intimacy and sense of security and love was a bit overwhelming. He asked what was wrong.

Not a thing. There is absolutely nothing wrong and it is the scariest thing.

Time

Time well wasted. I saw it on TV this past weekend and thought what a lovely notion. Not all wasted time is bad. Not all wasted time is unproductive. Sometimes just basking in time can be a very good thing. Time does march on. months and years go by at lightening speed. Barely a blip, we are. In the grand scheme of things a quiet Sunday spending time well wasted with a special someone is a small blip but in the small scheme of things it is huge.


I laid there, listening to his heart beat and breathing and the sounds of his home. The steady hum of the furnace, the ticking clock on the wall, his breathing, deep and peaceful. Have we been on a path to this moment all along or was this mere chance? I must have drifted into my own dreams. When I opened my eyes he was watching me. A smile and crinkle of his eyes were a welcome sight. I asked what he was doing.

"watching you"

"yeah I was watching you earlier"

"What were you thinking?"

"that this day has been the best time well wasted in a long time"