The music vibrated my ears……if you watched, you could see your drink sway in its on way to the beat.

The music paused and the singer mumbled into the microphone……introducing the next song no doubt.

As the first cords reverberated and the recognition of the song came to life……he reached his hand out to me.

“Wanna dance?”

The truth, I didn’t want to sit down.  I wanted my body painted next to his!

Coyly I shake my head and take his offered hand.

Leading me to the dance floor, my heart quickened.

As the band bellows a flawless performance of Lips of an Angel, he warms the small of my back with his hand…….leaving traces of embers flowing under my skin.

One touch sets my body aflame.

Slowly he eases my body into him causing my breast to gently crush into his sports coat.

My left hand rests gingerly on his shoulder.

Softly he tilts my chin towards him…..causing me to stare into his eyes.

I can see worlds in those eyes……memories and mystery.

He holds me in a trance as our bodies move as one on the dance floor…….oblivious to the others around us.

My body melts into his……I can feel him……I can feel all of him.

His hunger for me grows, and I can feel the heat press against me.

He leans into me…..”I want you”

The whisper, the breath, the warmth……..my pussy tightens and yearns for his touch…..his thrust.

Lightly his finger runs over my lips making my knees go weak.

As he supports me in his arms he asks…….

“Do you think your husband will mind that we are dancing?”

Forevermore I want my doctor’s hands…..his embrace…..

His Heat

 …….forevermore

Slowly churning

yearning

deep inside

my heart fills quietly

the fear subsides

a touch

a glance

my soul quivers

graciously accepting

your hand touching

eyes of radiance

illuminate my soul

quieten the hunger

that rages there so

sweep me silently

upon your arms

and lay me gently

under the stars

take me quick

before the passion

fades

steal my love

to you I

implore

…….forevermore

Our time is short………he whispers in my ear.
For a moment I felt my heart sink……..
I can’t cry in front of him……..I can’t let him know of the void he will leave.
His hand cradles mine……..we have some time he whispers quietly.

My patient is ill……gravely……..he can’t hear us.

With ploring eyes I plead him to stay…….not just for the six more months……..forever.
I want to be the one leaving…….the one that says goodbye.

As softly as a fairy’s wing…….his hand grazes my cheek.
Tears begin to well.

“Oh, Baby……don’t”

“I’m sorry…….I don’t………..”

I am quietened with a hushed, “ssshhhhhhhh”

His fingers burn an impression on my lips……..only to be replaced by his.

Soft at first…….followed by a fervor.

Our postion careful not to move to fast……to cause too much commotion…….to bring attention to those outside the curtain.

My heart races and my mind numbs………I must savor this kiss……..the number will be counted now…….

I nestle my face into the crook of his neck……drinking in his smell…..chiseling into memory.

He runs his hand through my long blonde hair…….grazing the small of my back…….and whisping past my ass before bringing it back to face.

He cradles my face…….kisses me once more……..deeply this time…….leaving his taste in mine.

Passion stirs deep inside……..him and me.

My own wetness begins to saturate as I can feel his manhood press into me………..oh, how I want to free his cock from his pants……….to love it……..to feel it in my mouth…….my pussy……..throbbing inside me…………but, I have my kiss.

I pull away just as the tears begin again……..”I can’t right now”

“I wish I could take you with me……..”  he whispers……..showing the glistening in his own eyes

“We still have some time……..”  I assure him.
 

That was purely a shift from hell that day.  A day that left my body stiff from the physical and emotional toll.  I cried.  I smiled.  I yelled………then I melted.

My rope had been frayed and my spirit stomped.  I had not seen my doctor for 2 weeks.  I was longing for his companionship, his glance.  I wanted that brief interaction that left me longing for more…..the interaction that let me bare my job.

But where was he?

I’ve called his office.  I’ve paged.  I used my sexiest voice on his voicemail.

But the demons that be, bellowed over my day.  My fingers acted as if my prints were laced with poision.  I could feel my veins turn rigid and my blood harden.  I want to scream!!!!  I want to cry!!!  I want to hide.

As insanity subsides…..I gather my thoughts in a secluded room.  I pull out my dainty pink make-up bag.  I carefully cover each crack and line…..smoothing my face into a smile.  I conceal the circles masking my torture.  A shiny gloss plumps my lips……

There….

Composure……

A moment of peace……

……my knees go weak…….

His voice echos in my ears……..my insides tighten…….my mouth moistens……..I feel my voice leave me.

He’s here……

I straighten my hair and leave my hidden fortress.

My body crashes into him.  The full force causes my breast to crush into his chest.

He speaks to me, but I am speechless…….I part my lips but no sound.

As quickly as the moment allows, he kisses me.  I taste the sweetness of the sugary donuts……the sweetness of the moment…..

I know I only have a second to remember this embrace…..this second kiss……I melt into him as I can still hear the demons soar in the unit……