I wrap my arms around your shoulders. You laugh, in your charming way as my hand runs carelessly through your locks. Your uncertain gaze reflects the strangeness you feel, but your lips part, inviting me. My body arcs smoothly around and my long firm legs wrap around your waist. Holding you like a baby, I tenderly massage your aching shoulders. Your hands brush against my breasts like tender green leaves.
The fire behind us blazes steadily. I look into your jade green eyes. I gaze past the windows of your soul into a realm of light and mystery. I see eternity reflected in your pools of green. Your crystalline jewels are beautiful, yet so full of hurt and pain. I want to wipe clean the mirror of your mind, to return you to the translucent purity you once had, now lost to the ravages of time and hurt.
I feel your body quivering like a wild doe in the presences of humans. I want so badly to ease you into calm, to feel like a million stars in your eyes. I feel like a mime in slow motion. The movements flow gracefully, naturally, with only the silence between us now. I utter the sacred words, “I love you.”
Tears form in your eyes. Little pearls of your life water well from your jewels. Unabashedly I kiss them tasting the salty residue of your pain. My face slides down precipitously my lips meeting yours.
The sacrament of our love is to be realized in the blessed conjunction of our bodies. My tongue plunges into your warm mouth and our two tongues swirl and dance together.
My hands hesitantly cup your breasts. Your nipples thicken beneath my fingertips. Your gossamer blouse parts as I pluck each button one by one revealing your creamy braless peaks. At the apex of your mounds, your blood red cherries stiffen exposing your arousal.
You grasp my hair with astonishing force. You press my face against your tender mounds and my lips reflexively respond tugging gently on your crimson buds.
Slipping down to my knees, I kneel in worshipful awe between your spread legs. Your jeans cling to your body, revealing the majesty of your curves. I know that you are mine tonight, that no man will sully our sacred ritual, the convergence of two women. Our conjugal oneness is un-disturbed and pure, as the purist lily in this the nuptial hour of our sisterhood.
I gingerly place my hand upon your sex and lift the flap of your zipper. I tug revealing your black lace. The smirk on your face gives me your consent. Your hips levitate off the couch and I sweep your jeans and panties down and off.
The words melodiously tumble from your lips, “I love you too.”
We begin the first stanza in our poem of love. I rise from the divan and lead you to the tub. Your celestial figure reclines in the tub, your cherubic lips parted in sigh. Candles glow with flames dancing. The candlelight casts your form in ethereal luster. You are my Botticelli Venus emerging from the canvas alive and breathing, the Madonna incarnate.
My female spirit feels your femininity. The aura of your womanliness fills my aching female body with a familiar hunger drawing me like a magnet. My heart seeks the little death when our souls merge. Our marriage is to be consummated in this church of desire.
Your pastel cheeks are angelic, as your emerald eyes gaze up at me. Your ochre curls cascade down your bird delicate shoulders. Your creamy hills are capped with rose buds. Threads of water trace lines across your mounds, glittering gold in the candle light. Your rosy cheeks are aflame with passion. The blush of love is painted across your scarlet body.
My heart thumps a mad beat. Blood pulses through my web of arteries. My fingers tingle with life. My female flower blossoms in the sun of your femininity.
I ponder what words will sink into you, what key will unlock your heart. My golden body is still wrapped in silk as you gaze upon me with tender craving. I let my robe slip into a pile at my feet. A sweet smile illumines your face. I kneel in reverence by your side passing a wet cloth around your heaving breasts.