laughing

It isn't all you think it is, sometimes it comes down to laughter, just simple laughter, straight from the gut. Sure kissing is nice and hugging and holding hands, all that normal romantic stuff but sometimes laughter is the best love potion there is. If I can make you laugh from your belly I feel wizardly. My powerless little being has become a giant and I can release what is inside of you. Hearing your laughter roll through my ears and go down in my heart creates a joy inside of me. Another facet of love is uncovered. Laying quietly as we fall asleep you begin to chuckle and remind me of how I made you laugh, I smile because I know that I have secured my place in your mind. Years from now you will think of it again and I will be the one who made you laugh and you will remember how I brought happiness to you.

Really, sex and laughter do go very well together, and I wondered- and still do- which is more important. Hermione Gingold

chameleon

It isn't me, it's really you, you are responsible for what you see. Being with you transforms me into the woman you see. Your touch softens my skin. Your eyes see me beautiful. I come alive when you are near, no longer gray I become rosy with life and love. Like a chameleon I blend in with my surroundings, you surround me with the colors of love.

cloak

I wear the beautiful cape of red velvet, lined with silk in shades of nature that you gifted me. Securely it en-robes me, I walk through the streets with it on and people can see it only through my smiles. It has the lightness of a breeze. When I move it glides with me lightly touching my skin and my heart. Wrapped my in cloak I approached you but in that dark room it was merely gray and you could not see me. You said you could smell my scent as I got closer. As a cat waits for a mouse or a blossom waits for the morning sun you laid patiently. I relied on touch and scent to find you. I stood above you feeling your heart call to mine, faintly it whispered to me and I heard its calling. With one deft sweep of my arm I enclosed us both with my cloak, your gift. Soon we were enveloped together. I saw you with my finger tips, I felt you with my ears, I heard you with my nostrils. The absence of light shut my eyes and opened my mind to parts of you I had not felt before.

If I woke up next to you

I'm going to a new place in my mind and I am trying to sort it out...

After the evening is spent in playing and exploring the morning comes floating into my dreams. I do not open my eyes and I lay quietly within myself. I am laying naked next to my  lover and once I open my eyes everything that had been a dream will be real. Do I want the dream to end and reality to begin? Keeping my eyes shut I allow my mind to relive once more before the day begins. You are still sleeping and I am torn, let you continue your dreams or wake you up and make more.

Rolling on my side I open my eyes to your body and caress it with my eyes. The white flesh gently rising with your breath. I reach my fingers out and softly stroke your skin, beautiful, light, soft. Your stirring cause tingling my body. Opening your eyes I see you smile at me. Reality will be as beautiful as the night.