I look into your eyes while I work, and see a combination of exhaustion, relief, and want.I look into your eyes while I work, and see a combination of exhaustion, relief, and want. You bring your right hand onto mine as I wipe your brows and, gently, your eyelids. I tell you quietly, "Don't talk...there'll be time for that later." Then I balance myself by putting my arm on the bed on the other side of your waist and--eyes open and looking warmly into yours--lean down to your face. My tongue gently wetting your dry lips first to keep from hurting you, I press more firmly then, feeling the give in your soft lips and listening to the small sounds you begin to emit, a quiet combination of whimpered need and exhaled tension. |