Your Body

Mole-covered, almost painfully-thin. Delicious entirely. I don't think any of these feelings are ever due to aesthetics. Your body is wonderful for me because it is yours. I love every angle, guise, cranny, posture and glance.

You taste heavenly. Your smell is divine. What more can I say? (more, more, quoth the rapt reader) well, very well, more then.

When I walked in through your back door, my second time in Sheffield, and saw you for real and in the flesh, you were a hundred times better than my fading memories. Because you were there, in all six-thousand senses. As lean as a rake, as dark as a new-moon, as humorous as a sparkler, and as nutty as a loon. And you are far better than any of these.

It took all my control not to take that chewing gum out of your mouth and swallow it myself and then kiss you with all the want I had had for you over the couple of weeks before.

As you must have noticed, it isn't just sex. I love watching you as you talk. I am curious about a million aspects of you - and am trying my hardest not to be intrusive too. You don't seem the sort of person who welcomes being picked apart, prodded, and evaluated. That's why I take you as you come. It isn't from lack of wanting to know you better. Just making sure you have your privacy at heart. Your face I could watch (and kiss) for a long long age. You have a beautiful mobile face.

I can see all the expressions of pain when they flit by or sit there, like a cloud that won't get away from the sun. But I just crinkle my eye corners, and wait. Patience really is a virtue.

But I never know exactly what you want. It makes you hard. A challenge. I haven't developed enough knowledge, instinct, about you yet to know what you really want. I'm learning. And so are you. I pray this summer will be the most marvellous learning for the both of us.

Enough. I should sleep. A kiss for both your eyes. A kiss and more for your wise lips. A nip for each nipple. A stroke and a plunge of the tongue for your beautiful puss. And a kiss for your arse, too, lest it feel neglected. I forgot your nostrils, ears, armpits, stomach, flanks, knees, etc. Another day for all of those jewels.

Oh, til tomorrow.

I will say it, though we both know its meaning so early on between us. But I love you. X