mvilla@kilroy.Jpl.Nasa.Gov (Marcelo Villacres) (07/30/90)
This is an event from real life, not ficticious!
"SPOONS"
I closed the door behind me and very quietly turned the dead bolt. The
stillness in the air was cut only by the humming of the refrigerator in the
kitchen. I looked up the staircase, to where the moon had drawn capricious
figures on the walls. The carpeted stairs muffled my steps as I moved up to
the second floor. I turned towards the bedroom and halted by the door, I
stood there, gazing at the bed, feeling the cool breeze coming through the
window. There she lay under a sheet, partly on her belly, partly on her
right side, with one arm drawn towards her face and the other tracing her
back, her brown hair sprawled across the pillow, the right leg extended, and
the left folded as if she had been climbing. I quietly walked into the room
and took my clothes off, carefully folding them onto the chair near the bed.
With the scent of summer filling my nostrils, and the moonlight on her face
I stood hipnotized by her beauty. I bent over and softly kissed her
forehead, her rythmic breathing seemed to slow down a bit. I walked around
the bed, lifted the sheet and slowly climbed in. I reeled at the sight of
her exposed flesh. Leaning carefully on one elbow I bent over and kissed the
nape of her neck, slowly, sofly, I followed the curve of her back, yearning
to memorize her with my lips. Her body shifted a bit, and she let out a
quiet moan. Slowly she rolled her head towards me, and from the depth of her
sleep she whispered words of love; I paused for a moment, enchanted by her
voice, I moved up her back, following a different path this time, feeling
her chest expand and contract with each breath. I looked up and saw her head
still towards me, offering her lips, a pleasure not to be denied. I kissed
her for what seemed a long time, she whispered something I did not hear but
felt her lips moving under mine. Slowly I crawled behind her, my body
clinging to her every curve, reching around her I cupped one of her breasts
with my left hand, 'spoons' had always been our favorite sleeping position.
I kissed the back of her neck once again, and slowly drifted into sleep
thinking of what a wonderful woman I was married to.
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