A new country

Our bed is a strange country, what has been, even if unhappy, was at least familiar and this is not that, although it is welcome.

Which side will be yours? Do you like a light to see my curves and judge my response or will you pull me to you in the dark, lips hot and heavy with desire, and devour me?

Your chest has hair, a different slope and is broader and more welcoming. The journey to your navel does not guarantee a shiver of desire as it used to with him but your waistline shakes as I brush it, in a newly delicious way.

Your hands hold me down, not mine hold yours and it feels so much more right than anything else did before. I drown in your eyes not search them to find out the right response to you, the one that will keep me safe.

My body still twines around like ivy, an involuntary and entirely sexual response. Legs interlock and I, newly trained, open my mouth and keep it open to allow you access.

Turned onto my front and entered from behind I lock my feet behind your thighs to pull you in. There is no sense of resignation or of compliance, only a sense of more, please, more.

I can never have enough of you.

We sleep connected. If I am not in your arms, my outstretched foot touches yours. Butterfly kisses land on my shoulder if you wake in the night.

There is no list of grievances to divide us, nor emotional wounds that we have caused each other to fester or split us apart.

Calm and warmth pervades the space, grins and cups of tea begin the day.

The new geography of this unexplored land is our Eldorado. We are settlers, lately weary from the journey but now full of hope and ambition.

15 thoughts on “A new country

  1. Reading this as I begin my day.
    Tea is my first chore.
    I’m smiling reading and happy that you are content.
    This morning I’m grinning with my tea at the thought of you grinning with yours.
    Stay happy x

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