Agonizing longing

A deep silence lies over the countryside. Over the gently rolling meadows, the fields, the tall trees. A silence that has gradually entered my soul and heart over the past few days, alleviating all my doubts and fears. Now I am ready. But is that enough? The sun has disappeared behind the horizon. I love this blue hour. Everything seems possible in it. I walk barefoot across the still-warm grass behind the old house. My chest expands as I think of him, the person whose love I have not yet allowed. A sweet, agonizing longing bursts forth. As much as I have needed the days of loneliness, I now want my presence to be filled with his voice, his gentle gaze, his closeness. I think of the lines I wrote to him. Did they tell him what I feel? Words are so small, feelings so big.

I lie down on my blanket in the soft grass, looking into the blue light. The full moon begins its journey into the sky. I dream of loving touches, tender kisses, of warmth and trust. The longing becomes almost unbearable. How much I want him with me. There's a noise. I hold my breath. Footsteps? I feel his proximity like an approaching wave. Even before the familiar figure comes into my field of vision. His radiant smile, his gaze so gentle and yet so insistent. As if there is only me and nothing else in the world. He kneels next to me, brushes the hair from my forehead with his finger.

Kind words, erotic deeds

The pounding of my heart sends blood coursing through my veins, the sweet agony turns into glowing joy. "You've come," I say in a voice that can no longer hide my happiness. I straighten up, his hand is on my cheek. Warm lips greet each other tenderly. Finally, I think and let myself slide into his arms. We lie next to each other in a tight embrace and quietly explain to each other what has remained unsaid until now. The silence around us makes every word precious. And with every word we become more intimate. Our kisses don't want to end, touching sparks the desire for more. The blue hour turns into night, a warm, all-enveloping night in which the light of the moon kisses our bodies. Hands undo buttons, brush aside fabric. The heat of incipient lust flows through me.

Ignited by lips and a tongue that glide over my skin. I feel his breath on my breasts, my stomach, as he breathes over my thighs and seeks out my lap. Soft sighs escape my throat as he makes the center of my lust blossom. I open myself wide to him, lifting my pelvis towards him. His hands are under my bottom while his tireless play threatens to drive me out of my mind. Then he releases me, his shadow falls over me. His eyes shine, his lips glisten. I tremble as he finally comes inside me.

We make love slowly. Vows of love cross our lips that belong only to us and the night. Then I'm on top of him, half erect. My fingers claw into his chest as I move him deep inside me. When the waves of lust finally overwhelm us, when we disappear completely into each other, it's as if the world is holding its breath. At some point, we wrap ourselves in the blanket and let ourselves fall into the night. Only the moon watches us. Smiling, because it knows about the happiness and agony of lovers.

Source: LEA