Deep

The water trickles down the side of his cheek, along his sharp jaw and down his body, tracing a beautiful figure. How the way he stares at me makes me smile like sweet summer days. More valuable than all I own, this is the sweetest thing I know. My palms gently connect to the moisture of his flesh and he holds my hand, spins me slowly as our finger tips dance to the vibrant flames of candle lit romance. He embraces me completely, holds me as his precious treasure. And as my back rest upon his firm chest, I hear the drops of water splash around us. The steam rises, our energy flames with fire, for the passionate heat is for keeps. I reach my arms back, gripping his bare body entirely and moving only to the motion of his heart beat. He slides his hands down the sides of my naked body, strong yet slow, with intentions to give me only what I quietly desire. I close my eyes, melting to his movement. He pauses right above my hips. The tension releases my neck to tilt left with satisfaction and he holds me closer. I am wrapped in his claim. I feel the presence of his breathing upon my neck, the tickle of his lush lips and the whisper of his deep words. The sweetest thing I know is his kiss on my collar bone.

Downtown Los Angeles