we were set for the night on the couch watching our favorite shows. you left your end and came to mine placing your head in my lap. i lost sight of the tv and couldn't tell you what was on but it didn't matter. i’d lost my concentration and let a total transfer take over my being. it’s so easy to do that when it comes to you. it’s not a surprise but a privilege. i take over.... i put my arm over you. i pass my fingers through your hair and massage your scalp. you close your eyes and savor it. my hand passes up and down your arm from shoulder to fingertips and you smile. the back of my hand passes over your cheek, forehead and the other cheek bringing about soft moans. you crunch your face in submission. the touch of silver by your temples reminds me of all the years we've been together and how these tender moments never waned but grew, never died but lived, never hurt but healed, never dulled but intensified and never ended. although i'm tending to you we're both recipients. i receive such joy and fulfillment when i do for you. i get satisfaction from your responses. my heart softens with your expressions where words are not necessary nor spoken. i often wonder if it's selfishness on my part...but i know i do want to please you and it seems i succeed all the time. you so often tell me without words as well as with.
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