The afternoon sun reaches through the windowpane, light-soaked rays stroking their fingertips over my sleep-warmed skin, caressing me through my quilted cocoon, coaxing me slowly awake.
It takes me a while, I think to myself, as I hear his approaching movements against the background sounds of domestic hums; fluffing towels turn in the dryer while floorboards creak under softly padding feet. He kneels beside me where I lay, melted chocolate eyes level with my groggy gaze, and his welcoming smile pulls me out of my drowsy depths.
It takes me a while.
The thought repeats as I complete my climb to consciousness, holding his cheek against my palm and tracing my thumb over his sinner’s lips.
Sometimes, it takes me a while.
To come awake.
To come to realizations.
To come forward.
(To come…)
“I love you,” he says with audible surety, and I smile inwardly with remembrance, knowing how long he waited to hear those words, in return, from me.
As my eyes meet his, I wonder fleetingly to myself, Am I sorry for the wait?
Even knowing the answer is “No.”
(I had to know.)
Sometimes…
It takes me a while.
Perfect!!♥
Vladimir Horowitz said, “Perfection itself is imperfection.”
So, yes… Perfect. 🙂 <3
The wait, no matter how long, is never objectionable when you wait upon someone you love. 🙂
Some things – some people are worth waiting for. <3 I'd like to believe I'm one of them. 😉
I have made the conscious choice to live with intention, and I work very hard to say what I mean and mean what I say.
Words have power.
And love is a promise.
To quote the lyrics of one of my favorite songs: It's not given lightly. 🙂
https://youtu.be/y65puNIOBKk
Worth waiting for. Beautiful, sultry write.
Thank you, Chris.
There are a million moments, tiny and strange, that create an ‘Us’ ~ examining, in retrospect, the minute details of some of those moments, is to savor the dark-chocolate aftertaste, which (1) makes me appreciate the flavor all the more, and (2) sets me to craving another bite, even while I thirst for a tall cool drink of water. (Yes, that was a double entendre. 😉 )
Glad you liked. 🙂
🙂 🙂 I love double entendres, especially. 🙂 🙂
😛
If I was a chocolatier, I would make Double Entendres: double chocolate outsides, double fillings within. Mmmm… YUM!
OOOOOooooooooooooo — like truffles for extraordionarily sexy people. 🙂 🙂
Ohhhhh, yes.
I can picture the flavor combinations, can’t you? And they would have steamy names. It’s more fun if it makes grandma blush. 😉 “Would you care for a Slick Hot? A Creamy Wet? Perhaps a Naughty Tease?”
/damn/
And now I’m craving yummy deliciousness. Le sigh.
🙂 I love the idea. You should definitely do it. 😀
Welllll… I think the temptation might be too much. I’d eat my profits. 😉 But it’s a fun idea!
🙂 Oh man… I could see the bumperstickers already 😀
Bumper stickers, eh? I might have a few opinions about those. 😉
I’m thinking some great slogans like :
I love Mrs. Fever sweet stuff –
Mrs. Fever’s Candies Give Me Chills –
Hot And Spicy – Mrs Fever is that and more….
Oh man… it’s a gold mine. 😀
Sugar Rush!!! I love it!! I can imagine white and DDDark chocolate with strawberry swirls. But that’s my own imagination running Wild at the banter. The original post is, …, reminiscent…..
And of course there would have to be one called Tasty Nipple. Or perhaps Mother’s Milk? 😀
Yes, reminiscence. 🙂 Minus nostalgia.
{An expression, rather than an equation.}