I love sensuality. I love to feel, touch, taste, it's so arousing to think about the way things can wake the senses. There's something about the feel of fabric against the skin. It feels wonderful as you pull your lingerie on, and the silkiness touches your flesh.
There's nothing more beautiful than that feeling of sensuality. I can think of many other sensual things. Having your eyes covered with a blindfold, is a wonderful thing. Then as your lover touches you with hands, and feathers you feel so amazingly wonderful, with your skin being touched sweetly.
Perhaps with my blindfold on you kiss me, and your sweet lips meld into mine. I can feel the heat coming from your body, soft, gentle heat. Your desire pulsates beneath your skin. I can feel you close in to me. I pull you in, and kiss you back. My lips and skin pulse with yours. We pulse together in time. This is the meaning of lust. You simply are in the moment.
In the moment we are one unit together. We feel one another, perhaps even think alike as we meld together into one. I am yours, and you are mine. A lover in the moment. Sweet happiness following as our bodies writhe and mix together. Sweating, panting, breathing, the sights the sounds the smells.
In the afterglow you hold me and I hold you. We quietly hold one another as we sweetly kiss and caress. You run your fingers through my hair, I tell you, that you're the one for the moment, and you tell me the same. Here we are together, sweetly and I know and you know that we'll do it all again. So until later lover, I'm waiting.