"Can I not just admire you from afar?" a knot forming in my throat realizing just how absurd that request sounded. A deep throaty laugh was her response. That chuckle sent shivers up and down my spine, sending heat that radiated throughout my body and pool in places I longed for her to discover. And try as I may to deny it, I knew she would be the one, the first one to worship my humanness. Its perfections and imperfections. She would taste what I offered to no other. She will linger, lavish and she consume me. All of me.

"Eventually that will not be enough" she declared shaking me from my final surprising conclusion. "Sooner or later you will want more. ", raising her left eyebrow before saying, "and I will be waiting."

This was dream that I have had so many nights before. And each time I'd awaken my body was on fire, drenched in sweat, and aching for release. I craved oxygen like I'd ran a marathon. But unlike a runner where the finish line was the end result, and is at last the chance to rest tired bones and breath, mine was an awakening and I yearned to continue until I could do nothing but hold my breath and be churned by the tidal wave of coming. This was my desired end result. I ran cool hands down my hot naked body as ripples of pleasure coursed through me. Each time the heightened sense of awareness startled me. For at no other time could I remember being so aware of how I felt. My nerve endings sending wonderful electric shocks throughout my entire being. I needed no manual manipulation when a climax that moved me beyond reality, engulfed my world in searing white light. Eyes closed, I arched my body and moaned, relishing the release while I felt desire rush from me. It was a sort of calm before the storm. Something I welcomed. I moved my hands over my body and again caught up in the dream, pretending it was her hands that caressed my breast. Her voice that whispered terms of endearment or wordless yearnings that played in the imaginings of my mind. Her lips across my own. Her long fingers traveling though my hair. Her fingers that strummed the cords that created such music within me. A whimper escapes my lips and I cannot help but prepare to come undone again ... and yet again!

In reality, the object of my desire captured me from the moment I saw her. Her being invaded my thoughts. My actions. Whenever she was around I could think of nothing else. I tried to work but only succeeded in pretending in doing so. She had become a near aching constant thought. Her presence demanded my attention. I needed to see her and if not, heart would seek her out and my feet would move before I realized what was happening. I knew I was hoping against hope. She never noticed me and so I had no reason to even think that I existed in the slightest to her.

Today. Today she looks amazing with black sleek boots, tight white stylish turtle neck cashmere sweater with a necklace that glistened every move she made. A long skirt with two very high slits on either side that shows off her long legs. I was mesmerized. She was gorgeous and did not even have to try. Such grace. Such elegance. How she moved effortlessly dictating what need to go where and how to place it. I could concentrate on nothing else. Mid-stride while reaching for a box she walked into the large room, I occupied, that housed the boxes and furniture that were being moved to different room and offices. I do not recall lifting the box but my feet did not move. She'd garnered my attention once more. Light shown about her. She glowed. I do not know if it was because I staring or how I lingered in the room, but she looked my direction. Our eyes connected hers glistened, full of questions. My heart leapt up into my throat. My feet were cemented to the floor. She made no attempt to approach me. Instead, motioned me over with a slow curl of her index finder. My legs carried me on auto pilot as we exited the bustling room, and retreated to a recently vacated one. She said nothing simply reached past me and closed the door behind us. I nearly melted as I caught the subtle scent of gardenia perfume. I heard the catch of the latch and the click of the lock that seemed to echo. Then her attention was on me and everything else ceased to exist but her and me. Her eyes still trained on mine she took the box for my hands and carefully laid it on the floor beside me. My eyes reflected the answers that she sought. She reached up and cupped my cheek in her right hand. I leaned into that touch closing my eyes. She took hold of my left hand and placed it on her hip. I was transfixed, unable to move and still she uttered not a word. She leaned in again softly, every so softly kissed me. My eyes shot open. Electricity coursed through me. My eyes were wide open. She leaned in and kissed me yet again. Longer, harder until I yielded no more. Soft and intentionally slow we lingered. I pulled her closer to me and she relented. The energy in the room ignited, wanting to consume us. I breathed her in each time our lips met.