A rebirth

Look at me... Look into my eyes, and see how they overflow with lust. If only you'd see yourself through them, never again you'd lower your head or frown your nose when you looked in a mirror... You're fire, and you've made me a pyromaniac.

Now taste my lips. Kiss them and feel how they taste of passion. Know that no one else can feel it, simply because it's you... Keep that in mind, and never judge yourself for enjoying a treat after hours. You're a drug, and you've made me addicted.

Touch me... Feel the goosebumps on my skin when you do it, and the electric spark when your body gets close to mine. Be aware of that, and never hold back again when I'm near... You're forbidden fruit, and you've made me a sinner.

Smell me. And let me smell you. No perfumes or bullshit, I want your raw smell, that odor that takes me to a better place when I lose myself in your hair while you lie your head on my bare chest. You're poison, and you're gonna make me cave.

And listen to me... Listen when I tell you, you're the most beautiful woman in the world. When I wish you a good morning, or when I whisper in your ear that I love you. But listen as well when I'm crazy for you and I explain what I'll do to give you pleasure. When I tease you, entice you and I can finally hear you myself, your moans that push me over the edge. You're a melody, and I want to make you vibrate...

You have no idea how you mess with all my senses, and how you make me wish to mess with yours. You baffle me completely, and you just have to walk in the room to cause me synesthetic sensations. Looking at you, I remember your smell. And touching you, I can only think of your taste...

You don't know how hard it is to watch you undermine the object of my desire. Complaining that some wrinkles are starting to come out? They're nothing more than the marks of a life well lived, and god forbid you holding a single smile back because you're afraid of them! Stretch marks, that are barely there? Wear them proudly as medals for something that I won't ever be able to pay back: our children, the fruit of our sins; or for all that effort you put into losing those few pounds you thought were a bit much. And how many times have I got to hear you talk about cellulitis? Fuck cellulitis! Do you think I notice it when I slowly take off your clothes and dazzle with your beautiful figure in front of me? More than your body, I want your essence, your naked soul. I want you to come out, trust me, and let yourself be vulnerable in my hands. Know that I drink my pleasure from your own, and nothing else matters than to transcend with you, together...

I want to surprise you again in the morning shower, not worrying if we're late for something. Kiss you deeply with the hot water above us, and lean into you so you can feel what you've caused. Kiss your neck, and even wet, see your skin crawling in reaction, smiling at you like a little kid who just got what he wanted. Squeeze you closer, with a hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist. To whisper in your ear "turn around", and you know immediately what to do. To help you put your leg on the side of the tub and kiss you again when you turn your face to me. Already hard, feeling how wet you are before letting myself be part of you. Slowly, penetrating you deeply, hearing your first moans get loose, drown only by the noise of the falling water, splashing between our clapping bodies.

It's so hot that the water could freeze and we wouldn't even care. Even so, I lead you out of the shower, gently lying you on the rug. I kiss you again, and look you in the eyes before I say: "I want you so bad...". Now it's your turn to smile, and before even a word gets out, I sink in your body. There's that provoking smell, that the water only made more intense. The whole sight is perfect, even if foggy from the hot steam. I tease your stomach a little, as I feel you back off. I hold you and keep going. I know well all your "buttons" and how you react... I look up and see you tilting your head back, biting your lower lip. I just know it's the perfect opportunity to plunge you in the abyss of Pleasure. Picking you up, I turn you so you get on your knees and elbows. Draw my way from your bottom to your neck with my left hand, and take your hair, to hold your head low. I kiss your soaking wet sex, so excited with your taste. You're so delicious, you have no idea... I have to keep you in place because your movements accentuate as my tongue has some fun. 

Enough... It's time, and I slide inside you again. You're so wet by now... Even though I let go of your neck, you still keep your head firmly against the rug, and I hold your hands as if they were cuffed. At the moment, you're mine. But I'm yours, too, and you can't even dream of how much you own me. I pick up the pace, following the rhythm of your sweet moans, but when I feel you getting closer, I stop, deep down. Taking the chance, I slowly pull your hair up to get your face close to mine so I can kiss your lips. I bite your lower one and wink. Holding you close now, your back against my chest, and your hands around my head. Keeping my movements, in sync with yours, I can tell it's about to happen by the strength of your grip... I really want to share this moment with you and harder I pound. I can feel an amazing rush of sensations invading me. Your smell, the sound of your pleasure, the sight of the moment, your gentle touch and the flavor of your kiss, all taking over us! I grab your breasts, teasing your aroused nipples as I feel your erratic breathing followed by a full body spasm, squeezing my cock, making me explode. "Let go" - I whisper in your hear, and a couple of seconds later, you lose all strength, falling onto my arms... 

I want all this and more. To be one with you, in love, in sex... For you to understand that a picnic on the beach at sunset is as romantic as when I'm fucking you while you're tied up to the bedposts. Just because you have everything of me, and you, you're everything to me.