Tingle
Ada
Candles were burning and soft jazz music was playing in the background as I took off my clothes and switched into the new see through dress I bought at Victoria's Secret earlier. It was our six month anniversary, and I was saving Naomi a wonderful present. I heard a knock on the bathroom door and a soft voice saying my name. I smiled and opened the door wide with one hand on my hip and the other grazing the wall.
Naomi smiled playfully and wrapped her arms around my waist, rubbing her hands along my back. She leaned close and whispered, "Happy six months, love," and kissed my neck. It was so passionate it almost hurt, and after a few minutes when she lifted her head to kiss my lips I realized she had just given me a hickey. I threw my arms around her neck and shoved my tongue into her mouth. We played French for a while, but then I felt like getting creative.
"Let the games begin," I whispered close to her face.
*****
After a few hours, Naomi and I were lying next to each other in the bed. Her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her now warm, fragile body. She was so beautiful next to me and I couldn't help but be tickled as I whispered the words I've always wanted to say.
The words that made me heart spin in circles, filling confusion in my stomach and butterflies in my lungs. Everything was mixed up after those few words were said, those few words that she now had witnessed in her smooth sleep. Never before had I told somebody such a thing, or even listened to such a thing.
The words were so potent, so devastating and so beautiful all at the same time. I didn't understand -- why was I feeling this way? Wasn't this supposed to be a good thing? Aren't I supposed to be happy?
I went everywhere for you, I even did my hair for you.
God, she was so beautiful lying underneath my arms. I touched her golden hair and watched as it tumbled down my chest. Her face was shining with beauty, and I watched as the sun made its way crawling up her body. I couldn't help but stare.
I bought new underwear, they're blue; I wore them just the other day.
Anything could happen in the next hour or so. She could wake up and we could walk down the hallway to the kitchen. We could make pancakes as we dance to the soft sound of sizzling buttermilk and flour, or we could be staying in this exact place just staring into each other's eyes. We could simply be.
You got me, you got me, a force more powerful than gravity.
I stayed put, thinking my thoughts, feeling her breathing. I could feel her, feel her love emanating off her skin. I could sense everything around me in odd ways. I could smell the colours on the walls, could touch the air flowing out from the fan. Love was beginning to feel like something beautiful, like it should feel.
And as Naomi stirred, almost awake, I heard her pulse beating throughout the room. I felt her skin lift off of my own and saw her smile at me, big and wide. I felt the grin flow through my chest and into my heart. Everything was spinning in circles as she leaned closer to me and kissed my long awaiting lips.
Love, I got it bad for you, I saved the best I have for you.
Naomi smiled playfully and wrapped her arms around my waist, rubbing her hands along my back. She leaned close and whispered, "Happy six months, love," and kissed my neck. It was so passionate it almost hurt, and after a few minutes when she lifted her head to kiss my lips I realized she had just given me a hickey. I threw my arms around her neck and shoved my tongue into her mouth. We played French for a while, but then I felt like getting creative.
"Let the games begin," I whispered close to her face.
*****
After a few hours, Naomi and I were lying next to each other in the bed. Her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her now warm, fragile body. She was so beautiful next to me and I couldn't help but be tickled as I whispered the words I've always wanted to say.
The words that made me heart spin in circles, filling confusion in my stomach and butterflies in my lungs. Everything was mixed up after those few words were said, those few words that she now had witnessed in her smooth sleep. Never before had I told somebody such a thing, or even listened to such a thing.
The words were so potent, so devastating and so beautiful all at the same time. I didn't understand -- why was I feeling this way? Wasn't this supposed to be a good thing? Aren't I supposed to be happy?
I went everywhere for you, I even did my hair for you.
God, she was so beautiful lying underneath my arms. I touched her golden hair and watched as it tumbled down my chest. Her face was shining with beauty, and I watched as the sun made its way crawling up her body. I couldn't help but stare.
I bought new underwear, they're blue; I wore them just the other day.
Anything could happen in the next hour or so. She could wake up and we could walk down the hallway to the kitchen. We could make pancakes as we dance to the soft sound of sizzling buttermilk and flour, or we could be staying in this exact place just staring into each other's eyes. We could simply be.
You got me, you got me, a force more powerful than gravity.
I stayed put, thinking my thoughts, feeling her breathing. I could feel her, feel her love emanating off her skin. I could sense everything around me in odd ways. I could smell the colours on the walls, could touch the air flowing out from the fan. Love was beginning to feel like something beautiful, like it should feel.
And as Naomi stirred, almost awake, I heard her pulse beating throughout the room. I felt her skin lift off of my own and saw her smile at me, big and wide. I felt the grin flow through my chest and into my heart. Everything was spinning in circles as she leaned closer to me and kissed my long awaiting lips.
Love, I got it bad for you, I saved the best I have for you.
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