Tina

I love lying in her arms like this, feeling her soft skin next to mine, moist and exhausted after our lovemaking. I can feel her watching me, almost hearing how hard shes thinking. I know shes thinking about me. She always does this after we make love, watches me, thinking Im asleep. And I love it. Her mind, trying to find the words to describe her feelings. She often says shes unable to fully express just how much she loves me, I cherish this, knowing she loves me beyond words. She occasionally says she worries about whether or not she makes me as happy as I make her, my heart overflows and Im lost for words, there are no words, so I take her in my arms, trace her face with my hands, kiss her and try to express how my heart is running over with love for her, want, addiction and desire. I fight not to start sobbing with joy and love for this woman as I kiss her tears off her cheeks. Im overtaken by her. I had no defence, the force that brought us together was too strong to fight. I havent regretted it for a second, only the fact that I didnt have her in my life sooner. Now I cant get enough of her, she occupies my mind every waking second. I long for her touch and when were together, I cant get close enough. I want her and crave her. she satisfies me in ways I never thought possible, both mentally and most definitely physically. Her body, soft skin, hands and fingers, her ravishing dark eyes making my knees weak with every look, running my fingers trough her hair, her smiling at me, oh her smile.. I shouldnt start about her smile, itll make me pass out right here. The way she gives me pleasure Ive only dreamt about. So I lie here intertwined with her, knowing shes watching me, thinking about me. She thinks Im asleep and Im certain shes fighting the urge not to wake me with a kiss. Im laying here teasing her, my passion for her just rising with every breath.