Rain gently drums against my window as if in rhythm with my heart,
I lie in bed with my face turned to the sound and close my eyes.
I remember your kiss, our first kiss in the bar and how your eyes looked
And searched mine.
My hands rested on your knees and the heat of your skin warmed my palms.
Your eyes never stopped watching me and their dark depths gave nothing away.
I leaned in again to kiss you and you move back slightly, not wanting to give in so easily this time….
I smile….I have always loved the chase, the dance of lovers.
We both think we will win…. And I smile again.
We talk, …we begin the touch of intimacy….. of things to come…
She gently brushes my skin in conversation, holding my hand as her face lights up…
I can’t help but stroke her arms as I speak, petting her soft cool skin….
Oh…we dance so nicely together.
I place one hand between her thighs…she knows…I feel her heat….
My eyes open…..aware I am still in my bedroom and sigh…….
I will see her again.
