A Slow Simmer
by Jonathan Quince
Friday, June 18, 2004 22:29:54
Come hither, sweet girl, that I may entwine you in my arms. As this evening finds me in contemplative repose, I am not in the mood for strenuous activity; I need human warmth, something and someone to touch, your flesh to lay my hands upon.
Nestle your head on my chest as I hold you cuddled and cradled in my arms. Relax and snuggle closer as my hands trace your curves, as I softly kiss your neck and stroke your hair with my fingers. With your ear to my chest, listen to my heartbeat and feel your own echo its rhythm.
Thus started in caresses of passion, we would naturally be aroused to more heated activities. But by force I could keep our lusts at a slow simmer, building pressure bit by bit until our desires could no longer be denied or delayed.