Yesterday was one of the most perfect days ever. We cooked together, we ate together we laughed together. It was divine.
We are suited to one another in all kinds of ways. We share the same sexual energy. We didn't have sex...just all day foreplay. I love the way he takes me in his arms...the way he pulls me close. I love the way his tongue explores my lips and he pulls me deeper as if to swallow me whole! I love the sound of my name on his lips. I love the strength of his arms wrapped around me.
He folded my towels. He tinkered about the kitchen preparing salmon cakes...I sneak in hugs and kisses. He laughs and tries to shoo shoo me away but yields anyway. I keep buzzing about. He is sweet sweet sweet!
I had forgotten what this kind of passion felt like. This sense of heat and desire. This wanting someone so much that you ache to your core. That when you are with them all you want to do is touch them...feel their breath on your neck...in your ear. My back naturally arches when he draws me near. The body has memory. I bend and surrender...with joy.
This has been a 35 year love affair. Complete with loss and other loves...lovers...and more loss. Even now we are both free, but not free. He is wounded from a life of poor love choices and I, just healing from a marriage betrayal. We are at odds in own lives and leery of walking out on faith yet again to reach for the brass ring of LOVE. COMMITMENT. VOWS.
I have loved him for my whole life. I will love him for my whole life...even if now is not our time, yet again.
The Love Story continues....