i guess i have always been very comfortable with my body.
i wasnt worried at all - i was totally focused on every detail
of her...and i remember it all -

it was a summer night and she was housesitting and we were naked
in the moonlight on a window seat and we washed each other with a
steaming hot washcloth kissing and drying in the slightest of night
breezes

she was angelic in her beauty and there were almost no words
but there did not need to be for i loved her in a way that you
only do a few times in a lifetime...and nothing else mattered.

in the tenderest moments, i stroked her hair at the hairline of her
forehead and looked at the moon reflected in her eyes - which she
closed catlike and we knew each other as well as anyone ever knows.

Beautiful......Yet wanting to read more...

Nice write.

Oooh I love it when you wear the tux and recite poetry...now where's my cosmopolitan and the backing jazz?

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Mr H,,,

very nice.

very nice

thanks everyone for reading...

what a seductive write.