Intimacy

Like sweet Port to the palate, his presence commands attention….awakens the senses. Standing close enough to drink in his aura, his eyes draws you in….his quiet confidence is… intoxicating. In a crowded airport a simple goodbye is transformed into an intimate moment….the hustle and bustle of those going and coming becomes a distant echo…. replaced by the captivating smell of his aftershave mixed in with the unmistakable musk of him.

The morning stubble on his cheek is comfortingly coarse against yours and sweet sensation tingle down to your core…like a reflex you lean into his strength. His hug is firm… sure, protective…..mildly possessiveJ His stare is intense, evoking memories of open eyed kisses and soft whispers in the break of dawn….coaxing, teasing, daring you to perform…..a low moan against the side of his neck, a little peck too and a visible shudder radiates across his chest through his plain white T in reaction to you…Pleasing.

In the end, as you unravel hungry lips from his, and trail your fingertips down his back, across his waist and pull him closer still to feel all of him against the pulse of your now damp flesh…a last kiss on the cheek to say goodbye until when next we meet….interlocked fingers are unwillingly released.

Though the moment is pregnant with other emotions, they are things which prudence, distance and wrong timing dictate should better be left unsaid….one can only offer up respect for the intimacy shared.