Presence

Its late
really late
I told you I was on my way home when
my pager created a detour in my plan.

"Baby I miss you" scrolled across my phone between surgeries in the AM
our way of saying
"come home and show me I'm yours."
a smile crept across my face
"I miss you too,"
my way of saying
"I'm going to handle you tonight...be ready."
Impatient babies who didn't care that I wanted to make a baby tonight
stat c-section making a family while mine waited at home
shoulders requiring a delicate balance of skill, strength, and partnership between physician and mom created a wonderful teaching moment for residents
but my lesson remained unopened at home

Remnants of a romantic dinner
catered because we both know you
and I chuckle
knowing I'm going to get an earful.
but then....
is that....
I hear something

Standing in the foyer
its faint but its there,
I know exactly what that is....
like I know my name,
like I know your body was made for my devotion.
it's the sound of lovemaking that started without me.

Instantly, I disrobe in my way up the stairs to find you
that masterpiece of flesh and blood
displayed like fine china
across our bed
a rare vision
illuminated by candlelight
unrestrained
untamed
femininity.

As I stand in the doorway I realize
eyes rolled back,
back arched,
you don't see me
oh but sweetheart, I see you.
this is my private show.

thighs abundant and carmel colored
parted and slightly bent
one hand caressing breasts rarely uncovered
the other slides across a landscape I wish I had the skill to paint;
valleys and hills
a belly I find some kind of special
your other hand moves further and further south
already wet with you
and I wonder if I'm really going to get to see this.

Splitting the essence of your sanctuary,
you hone in
a flow of nectar
its genesis a place I know oh so well,
your destination.

Two and then three fingers
curl into the space I find divinity in.
You bring tears to my eyes.
You, this gift from Above doing things ordained by God in this bed.
in our bed.

Another moan escapes your mouth
as I find my thighs are sticking together,
the wetness of you awakening me.
Your body rolls softly and you climb
farther and deeper
hitting spots in you that I've neglected.
I miss those places
and you miss me in them.

Still watching through the door
as your breathing becomes labored,
copious liquid glistens from the center of you.
Bust
home greets my nose
and I realize I can't remain an observer.

"You're beautiful" I say announcing my presence.
Stunned...you look in my general direction without your glasses
"I didn't know when you'd be...." you say as I cross the room
coming into focus
"I'm here now."

As I crawl up the bed
between legs that have fallen together,
placing hands on knees I've forgotten how much I love to part,
tossing my glasses across the room,
my nearsightedness doesn't affect this.
This display of folds and creases,
valleys and hills,
beauty marks stretching across you like a map,
my tongue needs no help finding
the quivering heat of you.
Arms holding you in place,
the weight of them delicious.
The taste of you,
manna.
two
three
four
before my name becomes a string of sounds,
enunciation be damned,
you're singing my favorite song.

I move away from the nucleus of your pleasure
biting the tender insides of your thighs.
Your hands frantically trying to direct me back to the center of you.
I rise up,
laying wet kisses across your waist
finding slopping breasts.
A light sheen to them,
taking each one into my mouth as you grind against the thigh I've placed between yours
Drawing "please" from lips I've still not kissed.
I grasp both of your hands in mine,
placing them above you.
smiling devilishly
as I lower my face towards yours
you raising yours skyward.

Lips and tongues intertwined
the taste of you between us.
Soft, wet, demanding
Your pleasure hangs on a cliff.
Your pelvis moving to find some friction underneath me.
As I move to your neck,
salty with sweat
from effort and lust,
your mind registers
"Feed me"

As I lay on my back I realize you've decided you have other plans
my feet find themselves in nylon and I know
there's more coming.

As I look up at you I see nothing but curves.
The curve of your belly and higher
the underside of your breasts
swaying as you've reach the point the lives past reservation.
you're chasing the release you thought was arriving 45 minutes ago.

Spelling your favorite letters over and over with my tongue,
you erect in my mouth.
Hands grasping the headboard,
mine splayed across your ass,
you desperately wishing I'd stay in one place.
My favorite restaurant that never closes,
the only cooking I'll ever need you to do for me.
You are the best dish I've ever had.

Temperatures rise
as do your hips as they make use of my face.
Sweat pours off your body onto mine,
my favorite rain storm.
As my name dies in your tongue and you grow silent
I don't need words.
The earthquake tearing through your body
finds its origin in my mouth,
sending after shocks into me.

And then you laugh,
the sweetest sound in the world.
Rising up from your perch and looking down at me,
face shiny,
smile wide.
You knew I would be.
I always am after I get my favorite meal
served the way I like.

I look down to find your favorite strap around my waist
"Really babe?"
"Really."
Moving south I catch your nipple in my mouth
eliciting a moan you weren't expecting to give.
You remain and then move to claim your prize.

Slowly,
with all deliberate effort,
you lower yourself onto me.

My hands roam the back of you
my oral fixation satiated by breasts and clavicles,
ear lobes and throat,
up and down
you move only for me to realize
I want to take you there.

Hands clasping the backs of knees
I place you in the position that almost blows my mind.
Thighs pressed back, knees towards ears
hips open
I dip into you.
Teasing at first
but you don't back down
pulling my shoulders and thus my hips
slamming me into you.
One motion telling me you mean to be handled.

Hips swivel and dive,
silently thanking my trainer for all that lower back training,
you demand more.
With greater speed,
more intensity.
My lips find yours.
you duel me for power as you've submitted
gracefully
almost dominantly to me.
I'm blown away by you in this submissive command.

Lowering my hips for leverage,
digging my knees into the bed,
your g-spot within my scope.
With 100% accuracy
wave after wave of fluid spills from you.
I place two fingers between us.


"Baby I can't" I hear you say
"Oh but you will."
We both know your second renders you untouchable,
too sensitive for further exploration
but we're covered in sweat.
In essence from you and me,
where else are we going besides straight into another hurricane?

I continue
and you fight it.
"Let go baby"
and you do.
All over me,
our bed,
your screams echoing off the walls
primal
an endangered species rarely spotted
but tonight she was seen.
She was captured.
She was.

Now like a beautiful sunrise,
legs lay open
engorged
erect tissue
too sensitive to touch,
to majestic to be looked away from,
I wait for your eyes to regain their ability to focus.

We've move from meeting needs
to answering requests.
"May I?" you ask tentatively.
"Shower" I say.
"No" you respond as I find myself on my back
straps unloosening.
You find me on the edge
and tumble me over.
Lips and hands,
tongue broad and tense
lapping at me in ways I didn't realize I desperately needed until now.
My hands find your head,
not because you need direction,
but I need reassurance this is real.

The sounds in this room...
the moans and wetness that slap the walls and sticks,
your name falls like a prayer from my lips
I find such pleasure in pleasing you.
I often forget you find the same in me.
Your name,
one I've been saying in this position,
in this space for years.
You stop and look up at me and I know what you want.
Permission.
Admittance,
and I grant it.
the only person I've ever truly wanted inside me.

I know what's next.
I try to stay still and let you do all the work.
Futile.
Like one being, we move in tandem.
You working magic,
my cheeks wet,
dripping with prayer of thanksgiving.
These are the days and nights I prayed for.
This reality
and then reality slams into me.
Your name hits the ceiling
and floats back to earth as do I....

Her body above me searching my face
"I see you, you know" I say before she lays on top of me.
"Happy birthday baby."