In the hot West Texas night I watch as the light of the full moon falls accross your sleeping body setting it aglow with an inner light all of its own ... my mind drifts to the sound of our howling at the moon with an abandon that is only achieved with one's soul mate ... smiling I close my eyes to sleep ... still feeling your lips on mine and hearing our howling echo in my ears.

The sound of the rain outside...
The cool breeze as it gentaly blows through the window, the chill of it causing your nipples to become firm and rise up from their hidding places.
Watching you as you sleep can be such an erotic experence....

When I was younger I perfected the art of invisibility. Not so much that I could not be seen, but more like I was not seen. I could be in a room of people, and no one would notice me. I could speak and no one would hear me. It seems now, this skill also works on email lists. I can post and no one responds. Life can be very strange sometimes.

What do you think about when you kiss my lips?
What do you think about laying there on the bed unable to move your hands or feet?
What do you think about when you are open like a rose in bloom before me?
What do you think about when I touch you there ... or there ...
or THERE!?

What do you think about? I sometimes wonder as I'm looking into your eyes.