Understanding

There are some days W / we just sit watching the sky as the sun sinks into the horizon, thinking of things to come, all W / we have to face, and all our fears. Still W / we need the comforting touch of the other ... His hands seeking my skin, running along the hem of my blouse and my skin responding to His every touch, always begging for more. I look ahead smiling, sometimes down to my feet so He will not see what such a casual touch as this is doing to me. Though, I think He already knows.

He has a habit of smelling my hair at every point every turn, lifting it by the handful to His face and rubbing his face against it and turning into it while I sit as still as I can, not to disturb Him and His peace. I notice all about Him, and this scent pleases Him. There are times He will not let me get far away even to prepare a meal. He says, "Do not worry; W / we call the kitchen, unless you want from restaurant, but I want you". These points I watch Him even closer. But food goes from my mind, hungry for Him instead. Is that so wrong?

I see the way His eyes change, the blue darkening slightly, He knows how much I need Him. When humored, His lips are still, but many gears are switched on in His mind, and a plan is being forming. It is only time I have to beware ... His jokes are so hard to determine but I enjoy trying to detect them. When I become fustrated enough He says, "Relax, My perfect little Angel, I am playing numbers on you".

Not funny :-) you know.