I was going to share some thoughts today about the ecological disaster that's been dumped in our backyard, but then this happened and I just had to share.
I was home early from work and getting ready to read some of my book when S called. He asked how I was...I am fine, if a bit tired. "Come," he said.
So I got in my car and drove to his house. My mind was running around...I hope he remembers that I have clients tonight and I don't have to disappoint him if he wants to go to dinner. I wonder if we'll watch more of the Pickup Artist. I wonder if he wants to have sex?!
I get to his door and he welcomes me in. Then he kisses me. Big, happy, open-mouthed kisses that are designed to make you feel adored. Then he holds me and I am shaking a bit.
He draws away from me and kisses me again. "Okay," he says, "Go home and rest."
I'm taken aback and I begin to grin like a fool, then cry.
"What are you experiencing?" he asks.
I tell him that no one has ever called me to them to be kissed before.
He kisses me again. "I just wanted to feel you."
Wow!
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3 comments:
There's something truly wonderful about that.
Awesome. Yay for you! :)
I'm surprised by this. I do this sort of thing all the time to people I care about.
I doubt they ever get as awe inspired as you did.
He's a good man, I'm so glad you found each other.
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