Palimpsest
In her mouth my words swirled like white wine. She opened her mouth and I took her tongue into mine. A soft taste of conversation and sweet saliva. We kissed languidly, looking into each others eyes. It is a wonderful feeling to kiss with eyes open, fighting your body as it wants to close your eye lids. She caressed my chin and rubbed my ear. I explored her tongue, our mouths lost in each other, my hands roving through her hair while she caressed my neck.
We lay back and held hands, my fingertips restless and exploring the minute imperfections of her silken exterior. They stopped at her rigid nipples. Mottled and subtly erotic to the touch, I traced their pointed outlines. She turned and let out a long sigh into my ear and closed her eyes.
I closed my eyes too and felt her solely through my fingertips. The delicate flesh of her drooping breasts, the baby fat of her shoulders, the smooth rigidity of her stomach and the shallow depths of her belly button. The language of love being felt and re-written by my fingertips on the palimpsest of her beautiful skin. Slowly, we dissolved into each other, our peaks and depths framing the tangent of love as it was meant to be.
these seem to eminate from a great first love. i could be wrong of course, but i do remember generating such intensely erotic
writing as this only when i was really and truly in the grips of my first love.
my first love and i used to play a game of staring into each other’s eyes as we kissed. we always ended up laughing, whereupon i’d jump on all over her and devour her like a lion.
You’re good at this!
some guys are just lucky to feel this way. happy for you. 🙂
The sense of touch is powerful here. I especially liked the part about “the language of love being re-written” by your fingertips. It’s never the same each time, is it?
i agree with mermaid. everything is so tactile. and powerfully expressed.
‘palimpsest’…rewriting the romance…thats a beautiful association….
where have you disappeared to anil?
finnegan: well no, not first love…yeah, I know nine times out of ten one ends up laughing in such a situation…but that the tenth time could be something special…
geetanjali: thank you…and let me answer your previous question here…yes, gravatars (short for Globally Recognised Avatars) are the little images you can put next to your name…like the one you can see next to mine…it is a nice way to leave your visual stamp…a visual signature of sorts to put in another way…sign up fast!
mermaid: no, not at all…although some elements will always be the same…each time something different is going on and being experienced!
transience: ah, thank you my dear!
rusty: as always thank you…
finnegan: oh, I’m right here…just a little busy with my oft-neglected research…so have hardly any time for writing or visiting blogs…*sigh*…life is like this only!
oh how i understand!
just wondered if you were hit by lightning or something.
i’m sure the lightning would lose, by the way.
finnegan: you are generous to a fault with me! I wonder if I deserve such nice words…
You have a fine knack with tender erotica. I’m not in the market, but if your words that reach into my senses and tease them into awareness,are any indication, you are undoubtedly a caring and passionate lover!