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Click here"Good night baby, I love you" he purrs to me in his deep voice and heavy southern
drawl.
His big, blue eyes take their last glances of
the day as the tides
of sleepiness wash over him.
Eye lids weighting heavily.
"Sweet dreams babe, I love you too". I whisper back
through the gentle darkness.
He touches my face, and his full, warm lips
make contact with mine....
The last kiss of
the day.
His body then falls limp as sleep overtakes him.
Always an admirer of beauty,
I seize the oppertunity to take a long, languid, self-indulgent
lokk at him... .
It is summer and the room is balmy,
lit only by the shimmering
full moon through the window.
He rests comfortably stretched
out on his back.
I notice how the the soft moonlight casts a
silvery glow over the entirety of
his long, lean body...
It makes his hair, beard, and body hair
almost glitter. .
I touch his face and let my fingers trace
the angular, smooth features of his face,
undisturbed by my touch,
I continue on,
running my fingers over his
lips,
beard,
cheek bones,
and neck.
His sleeping state has created a look
of total peace and contentment,
a silent beauty...
I love tracing his skin .
His breathing is a soft rythem,
I can almost hear his heart beat through the
slow rise and fall of his chest.
I smile to myself appreciating the feel
of the different textures of the various
planes of his form...
From the dense hairs that blanket his
chest and flat stomach, as well as the
cottony soft ones on his arms.....
To the smooth feel of the flesh of his shoulders,
strong torso,
and firm, senewy thighs...
To the satiny feel of
his most male region...
Still, he does not stir.
I raise one of his scarred, calloused big hands
to my mouth
and
placea single kiss in the palm.
I feel my own eyelids getting heavy,
I ponder at the tragedy it is
that this man knows nothing of the beauty he posseses.
A truly attractive man.
A beautful man .
A momentary twinge of self gratifying pride
as I think to myself,
"My man."