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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Jul 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.24.13.34.5598]] |
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Seduction By Heart The thought occurs as he sits reading the paper white hair gleaming a body well used-- worn, but notfinished that the woman in the other room going quietly about seduced him back when women didn't do such things. She was a one-- full of piss and vinegar, a lady make no mistake--- but beneath those skirts and slips and unmentionables she was a lioness---a tiger alive with hunger aware of love pitying her sisters for thinking it duty. Forty years she's shared his life born his children and slept beside him and he was just damned lucky that when he said please she said "Damn Yes:. He rises walks to the other room with a thank you on his mind and when the door opens the white haired lady of a certain age is vanished and in her place is a jet haired, jet eyed girl with lips ripe for kissing legs that won't quit, and breasts to do a sweater proud. She smiles at him--- so saucy, so inviting that his heart does a tiny flip in his chest. And her eyes sparkle like black diamonds and she stands there in that hip shot way and whispers "What are you waiting for?" He'd forgotten he could move that fast--- reaches out half afraid to touch and she meets him halfway catching his chin and planting a kiss with those soft moist lips that makes his head sing and his loins throb Forty years before he came home early on the barest excuse to make love to her... and when life intruded careers got going and babies came she let herself forget the ways they lost themselves in each other arms, forgot the hours he would spend worshipping her body suckling her breasts earnestly loving her to screaming joy and simple bliss. And now they were alone again and it never occured to her that they could be lovers again--- as they had been once. Not the same skin, not the same bodies could the fire dance between them all these years gone by? She kissed him kissed him again and felt long embers flare against fresh dry wood sparks--- he was the same man--- young fresh vital alive but he had never changed in her eyes and now to feel him move slowly against her made the years fade away like the smoke in a lounge where they had danced years before and been mistaken for lovers rather than husband and wife. He held her in his arms trembling, warm took her hand shyly and together they walked to their bed. Hurrying is for children so he took his sweet time, kissing her tenderly each time a button opened, tasting her skin--- so sweet so female so her. Who knew how many times her thighs had opened to him dewy jewel like and his? But this time--- this time the blood roared in his ears, her juices was sweet nectar and he was holding her for the first time so on fire with the desire to take her that he felt more crazy than sane. He could see her dancing laughing loving him and when the last of their clothing fell away and it was time for the love making he could not speak to break the sacred silence could not defile what was happening with commonplace words. Her eyes flashed she moaned a sweet soft sigh and it began for her as it always had and she held his head between her hands and felt his tongue touch hers in the instant their bodies joined again--- for the very first time. Wine improves with age--- Scotch becomes more smooth with the onset of years and love? Love is the instant when a man feels the little death upon him smiles at her with all his heart, and sees her as she is, hair white, skin no longer supple but his wife, his woman, his lover, beautiful for once and always because of whom he became in her heart, and in her arms. |