The Real You

The Real You.

So much in you is beautiful and complex
Subtle, unexpected, of varying tone
As the shades of fallen autumn leaves.
Golden yellow for warmth and passion
Pale green for aspiration undimmed
Rich red brown, mature and delicate.

Your richness astounds me – still.
You are always a step ahead
Second guessing me
Knowing, sensing what I want, what I need...

And how you made me wait
Kind subtlety alone to maintain my hopes
A brief, thoughtful message
A knowing, calm complicity across a crowded room.

When at last you let me into your heart
All the riches I had hoped for were there
And so much more.
You make me feel like all my weaknesses and faults are forgiven.
Starting over.

You were right to make me wait
Those days, weeks of silence.
What courage it took to let me in
To really expose your disappointment, hurt and pain.
You always were courageous and resourceful.

That's why you mean so much to me.
The real you.

Long, stolen, soothing kiss under the rain
Gently brushing back your hair
Still fragrant with shampoo.
Later, allowing me to dry you
Your neck, shoulders, belly
A deep wondrous languor in your eyes.
Carefully, you take my chin in your hands
And place a considered, unhurried kiss on my lips.
I'm already starting to throb for you
Trying to control my need, my thirst for your very womanhood.

The corner of your bedroom
Dim lit by the moonlight alone.
You brush your fingertips across my chest
Contemplating and focussing your need, your passion
The cool sheets caress our skin
At last you accept me as your man.

Your tender, warm fingers work wonders on me
Knowing just how to caress, stroke and pull.
All my fears and anxieties are gone
As I know your love is given generously, freely.
Your tongue and mouth become instruments
Of slow, sweet, exquisite torture and arousal.
Encouraging, enticing, controlling my manhood.

As we lie face to groin
We are as two innocent, newly formed beings
Discovering carnal love for the first time.
You allow me into your deepest intimacy
Allow me to probe, taste, and suck your delicious womanhood.

You want me. Now.
As I enter you , you exude a wonderful, delicious heat.
You nearly make me come right away, but I hold on.
How we need each other.
There is a deliberate, controlled intensity to our fucking.
We so want to please each other, we try and pace ourselves
But it's so difficult to hold back.

You need more of me.
You wrap your toned legs tight round my back
Crossing your ankles, urging me on.
GOD YES come on baby GIVE IT TO ME
Our breath comes in sharp, desperate pants.
I lie over you, and look into your eyes, your soul
So full of emotion and meaning
Tenderness, compassion, exhilaration, pure animal hunger.
I SO WANT TO PLEASE YOU
TAKE ALL MY LOVE, MY WHOLE LIVING BEING.

At last, suddenly, with an involuntary moan of relief
You make me come, a desperate, intense release of joy and energy
You clasp your legs around me ever tighter.
Milking me for all you are worth.
My torso sweat embraces and melds with your own sweeter version.

Later, I hold you tenderly in my arms.
The first signs of a grey dawn will not be long.
Your back is to me, your waist encircled by my protective arms.
You sleep such a sweet, refreshing sleep, I can tell.
Sleep escapes me, but that doesn't matter.
All I care about are the soft, deep beat of your heart
And your regular, unhurried, sweet breathing.
At last. The real you.