I’m yours

Fingertips slip down my arms as we dance. My back is to you, your breath is hot on my neck, and our bodies move together in time with the music playing. A million eyes could be on us, but we’d see only each other. When your arms wrap around me, I lace our fingers together and close my eyes. With a soft kiss to my neck, chills break out on my skin and you smile against my ear. I know I’m blushing but I don’t care.

You reach out and release my hair from the clip, allowing it to fall on my shoulders. Then you brush it to one side and take a deep breath. Your throat releases the slightest of moans and it’s my turn to smile. I can feel your heartbeat against my back and it’s thundering. The unknown is always frightening to a degree. After tonight, I won’t be so unknown.

Turning in your arms, I reach up and slip the band from your hair. The strands fall down in a cascade of polished silk. You smile at me with the slightest tinge of pink on your cheeks. I bring your forehead to mine, your hair falling on either side of us and whisper, “No one can see. Not even the angels. So close your eyes, remember that I love you, and let go.”

You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I’m not smart
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
And they’re hanging on the walls of my heart

With your eyes closed, you take a deep breath and turn your head a bit. As your mouth descends, mine turns up. Soft as a thought, they touch, and the ice is broken. Emboldened, you take another followed by yet another. They are slow, lingering, smoldering kisses. Kisses full of uncertainty, a bit of confusion, and elation.

When we pull apart, your hands cup my face and you kiss my forehead, still swaying to the music. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of you against me. You tip my head up with a finger under my chin and look into my eyes. There’s a question there that you can’t quite put into words. And I answer it with a slow smile.

This time, I’m the one who initiates the kiss. These are hungrier, more wanting. Heads turn and twist as bodies press tight together. Breathing becomes erratic and hurried. When tongues touch, a flame is lit from the sparks we’ve created. Your fingers slide down to lightly touch my neck and I’m certain my skin is so hot your fingerprints will be left there.

We stop swaying as your kisses drift from my lips to my jaw and lower to my throat. My head drops back to give you more room. When your tongue darts out to trail along my collarbone, I actually shiver. Unbuttoning my shirt, your hands tremble just a bit but your lips never leave my skin. Your hand comes up to gently brush the shirt off my shoulders.

With a whisper, every stitch of clothing that acted as a barrier between us falls at our feet. Standing there, in the semi-darkness, fully unclothed, we have never been this vulnerable to each other. But there is a safety here, too. Knowing that we each love the other for everything we are, we can stand a moment and take each other in with very little shame and all the passion we can possess. For me, it is my strongest moment of weakness.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I’m yours

Lips on a shoulder…. Tongues tracing the curve of an ear…. Lashes fluttering to rest when the sighs escape a tightened throat…. Hands everywhere, stroking, caressing, exploring, and memorizing…. A kiss to the swell of a breast…. Chills on the insides of a thigh…. A gasp when a nipple is tweaked…. Shivers when a certain spot is kissed….

We move to the bed and slowly we stretch out together, me on my side and you on your back. I marvel at how your hair shines in the candlelight. With a fingertip, I trace an imaginary line from your forehead down your nose and past your lips to your chin. As my finger continues down your neck, my lips caress yours apart to allow me to taste you with my tongue.

When that roaming finger rings an already acutely sensitive nipple, you gasp against my lips. I smile at how responsive you are. Touching further but never really touching the place you need relief the most, my hands and fingers test the boundaries of your body’s patience. When the want is a very sharp ache, my fingers find the core of you and, with tender loving care, pushes past the entrance of your body, releasing a long, satisfied sigh.

And though my edges may be rough
I never feel I’m quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I’m yours

Over and over, with all the restraint I can muster, I stoke the fire in you, causing your body to weep with passion and wet my hand with your desire. Lips part and are filled with an eager tongue. Eyes close to allow for more focus on other sensations. Breaths become more sporadic and shallow. Muscles tense and release with rhythm. Hands grasp for something to clench as the tightening begins inside. A flicking tongue and nipping lips find a willing nipple and compliant neck. A voice, once silent, begins to find its way out in the form of whispered names and declarations of love. At the height of your pleasure, when the tension is eased and your body heats to the point of burning, I swallow your scream in a deep kiss. As your body quiets, though, a new need forms. A kiss, once used to prevent passion from overflowing, becomes a clear indication of your intent to know me as well as I know you now.

You healed these scars over time
Embraced my soul, you loved my mind
You’re the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went week and you saw me cry
Say I’m still the soldier in your eyes

The tables are turned quickly and I find myself melted to the bed with you as the source of my heat. Your hands, though unsteady, trace the lines of my scars with adoration. I watch you looking at me and my heart is filled with acceptance and love, reflections of the emotions on your face. I kiss your shoulder and you smile at me.

I know you’re unsure about what to do and how to please me. But I also know we learn each other best by discovering each other in our own time and in our own way. The hands you complained might be too rough turn to velvet when they stroke my skin. Heartbeats accelerate with the introduction of my nipple to your lips. My breath, hot against your cheek, makes you shiver a bit as you scatter kisses on my chest. I watch as your lips dance over my skin, tickling and teasing a gasp from me as you get bolder. Your hands caress and comfort. Your tongue tempts my own and the ache I have finally reaches a fever pitch.

When your hand finds safe haven in the warmth you’ve created, we both sigh. I know that look on your face; it’s a mixture of awe, adoration, love and wonder. And for the first time in a long, long time, I feel beautiful.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I’m yours
And though my edges may be rough
I never feel I’m quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I’m yours

The best lovers take cues from the ones they love as to when, where, and how to touch them. Even with your eyes on my face, you read my body language better than any who’ve come before you. As I close around your fingers, your mouth opens in a gasp. It is clear you’ve never been this deep inside a person before. When your head drops down to press our foreheads together your eyes close. In and out you drive me to insanity with a pace and tempo intended to build anticipation for us both.

Pressing my cheek to your shoulder, I gasp for air with every other stroke. The breaths are ragged and broken. My muscles quiver inside and out. Everything, every pore, seems to be dancing to the song you’re writing inside me. And as my body prepares for the crescendo of this melody, my lips ask you for a kiss. The look of astonishment on your face is tempered only by the love you feel in my request. The kiss is a gift to me, for the gift I’m giving you. The world drops away and there is only us and this feeling inside me that says I am home. And when the last piece falls into place, my body opens more and presents you a look into the most fragile part of me… my soul. And by accepting the souvenir of our passion I offer you, you claim me as yours, branding me with a soft bite to my neck.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don’t fit in that much
But I’m yours

In the aftermath, as we snuggle together, spent and contented, words aren’t necessary, but they’re exchanged anyway. When we speak the words, “I love you”, this time, however, there is a deeper meaning. They no longer mean that we love the idea of love or even the idea of being in love. We don’t mean we love the theory of an “us”. We mean we love each other wholly, completely, with everything we are in this moment and everything we hope to be later. It means… you are mine… and I am yours.


Song: I’m Yours by The Script

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