Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Five Senses

~by Rudi

I see. I see candles as the rooms only form of illumination
That is, until I see you my princess, my love
I see your smile, not saying, “It’s nice to see you”, but an “I want you so” smile, “wont ever let you go” smile.
I see what you’re wearing. Oh my gosh! Be still my heart.
As I stand in the doorway of our room, this vision of beauty lays on the bed lightly covered in silk and lace. My favorite.
I see. I see rose petals that cover the bed, petals of white and red, spread all around you from toes to head.
I see strawberries and whip cream on the bedside table.
With each breath you take, I see the passion growing deep within your eyes.
With each slight movement you make, I can’t help but fantasize as I watch your shoulders fall and rise, I stare in awe at my gift, my prize.

I smell. I smell the sweet aroma of your skin as I move nigh, lightly scented by Chanel.
You put some thought into all of this I can tell. Simple details.
I smell the candles that burn ever so slowly, as time slows down to a crawl.
Chocolate and vanilla scents whet my appetite, but not for food, not for food at all.
Or I should say not for food alone.
I smell your hair, Herbal Essence. I love the smell of your hair, you washed it, today, and what have I done to deserve this, what ever it is tell me, and I’ll do it always.

I taste. I taste your lips, your soft, sweet lips.
Your soft, sweet, strawberry flavored lips.
With kisses I trail down to your neck, your shoulder, your arm to your fingertips
Taking note of each curve that your body possess…es
My lips proceed to do what lips do best
They go forth on a journey to explore
With each passing moment they grow adventurous, seeking to discover more
To boldly go where my lips have gone before
I taste. I taste passion with a topping of strawberries and whip cream all over your body…if passion had a taste.

I hear. I know passion has a sound.
Many sounds in fact, beginning with the letters “O” and “A” and “M” and…
In fact, I re-name the alphabet it is now called…passion.
I hear your voice as you whisper my name
I hear your voice as you shout the same
I hear your moans muffled by my kiss
Nothing, oh nothing could be better than this.
I hear the stir of silk, your attire, the sheets, damp as we perspire, rubbing together like flint, pure desire, with a gash our bodies catch afire
The sound stops, only skin.

I feel.

1 comment:

Sweet Simone said...

Rudi, dis BAD! i love it