. night .. night . by *Amanda-Graham
. night .
We bathed and washed each other. Tender touches and soap bubbles and brisk washcloth motions. Depressurizing from a day of separation, your background music selection sucked; your shampooing of my head was divine. The anger of delay remained; a single question had hung in the air.
I shoved you onto your back on the bed and looked down on you. "I knew you'd do that." I said nothing until mid-love making. "Will you cum?" "Why? Are you tired?" "I just want you to say it." Later, I told you how much I loved you, again. Verbalization is my failure.
Your eyes move in vertical rapid scans beneath your dark lids; I watch you while you dream. Your mouth partially open I want so to kiss your lips, to taste your skin where your breast curves to shoulder and your underarm. I match your faster pace of breath with my own, my deeper chest is