It’s funny how they say
familiarity breeds contempt.
I think it breeds comfort.
I’ve finally stopped
worrying whether I’m doing it right.
If you really love me. If I really love you.
After all this time. I know. And you know.
And I don’t care anymore that days go by
and days sometimes turn to weeks.
I still feel your love every day and every night.
And I know you want. Just as I do.
And when we do, it’s magic.
Even after all this time…
It’s like the first time. Every time.
You know my body so well…when to give and when to withhold.
I never knew there were so many ways to be touched.
The excruciating joy of arousal…how I revel beneath the tension of your strong hands pressing against my bones as I feign a struggle for release.
You know I like something to fight…the traction of restraint against the desire for greater sensation, and that I won’t go quietly.
The gnashing of my teeth as you clamp your hand over my open mouth to stifle the volume of my throes…reminding me to breathe.
How I ride the wave again and again and again…never letting go until I just can’t hold on another moment.
You know. And I know.
That it’s well worth the wait.