But rather than trying to make me forget, you have encouraged the memories - embraced them even.But rather than trying to make me forget, you have encouraged the memories - embraced them even. Reminding me that whatever is there is part of what has made me what I am today. Since you love the woman I am now, the memories that helped form that being are good also. And, I think of you. You also brought a past to our new love. Comprehension. As you have learned to love me and the memories, so have I you. Whatever helped make you into the man you are tonight must have been good, because the man you are now is so special and warm. The flooding of sensations through my body reminds me just how much I delight in you. Longing. Now my body craves to give physical meaning to the love I feel. I want you. I want to be in your arms. My skin yearns for your touch. The look on your face is well known to me - it is the one when you have finally found the words of your poem. Now it is just a matter of letting them flow to the pen and take life on the page. I rise and go to take a shower. Nothing helps pass the time more than the cascading water. Lathering my body it awakens even more. Knowing you are downstairs. Knowing the pleasures. Wanting. My hands stroke my body. The soft bubbles of soap creating a sheen. I wonder if you ever realized that showering, even alone, is often a form of lovemaking with you. In my mind, it is not my hands, but yours. The moisture not water, but passion. The soap not cleanser but lubrication of full desires. Finally, toweling off, I ponder. How far along are you to your latest sonnet? Are you finished? Have I delayed too long? I want to hurry - but I want more to come down to you perfect in every way. A light dusting of my favorite scent, I don the lavender chiffon nightie. |