Inhaled Over Oysters

RMPbesamemucho
 A re-post of a favorite from about a year ago. Kisses- Ret

Lyrics to Besame Mucho :

Besame,

besame mucho

como si fuera ésta noche

la última vez

Besame, besame mucho

que tengo miedo a perderte

perderte después

Besame,

besame mucho

como si fuera ésta noche

la última vez

Besame, besame mucho
que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte después

Quiero tenerte muy cerca
mirarme en tus ojos
verte junto a mi
Piensa que tal vez mañana
yo ya estaré lejos,
muy lejos de ti

Besame,
besame mucho
como si fuera ésta noche
la última vez

Besame, besame mucho
que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte después

Besame,
besame mucho
que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte despues

que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte despues…

(gracias a Yolanda por esta letra)

Besame Mucho Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

kiss me
kiss me many times
as if this night
was our last time

kiss me
kiss me many times
because I’m so afraid to lose you
to lose you later on

I want you close to me
and to look at myself in your eyes,
to see you next to me.
Think that maybe tomorrow,
I will be far, very far from you

kiss me
kiss me many times
as if this night
was our last time

kiss me
kiss me many times
because I’m so afraid to lose you
to lose you later on

Oh.my. (fanning herself)  He had such sensual tastes in his music.

#for Reticent Mental Property

Recline, please

RMPfacetouch

She kicks off her shoes and settles back. Her left hand’s fingers interlace with the right and together, both rest upon wrists,  upon hipbones draped in the grey cotton wool of her dress.

He places his hand over hers and his ear to her cheek,  finds the curve of her breast and the underlying beat sounding out rich and deep in her chest.

He lets a deep sigh escape his lips before he can make the effort to hold it back.

It hangs over them for the fraction of time it takes her to uncross and recross her ankles.

He looks down over the outline of her thighs, sees the bony bend of her knees, the straight of her shins, the flesh of her muscled calves.  He has viewed her crimson toe polish from similar vantage points… sometimes while her feet are resting on the wall of the tub, sometimes as they grip the sheets of the bed while he feeds her his manhood while standing behind her beautiful head-  her mouth open to take him, no concern over how she appears from above.

In automatic and care-taking fashion, she gathers in a sigh and without a thought she unlocks the casual hand stance she has taken and reaches up to smooth the hair off his forehead,  runs her fingers through his hair, traces her finger down the bridge of his nose and lets her palm massage the hollow of his check before allowing the slide down over his jaw, then over his chin.

He looks up at her and shifts position so he is looking into her eyes. With elbows on each side of her body he lifts his weight from her form, uses his hands to frame her face, and cradles her head.  Lifting her lips to his and breathing into his nostrils her exhaled breath,  he gives it right back to her, somehow transformed into the fragrant depths of a summer-morning’s kiss.

.

He tasted like the dew of morning, his lips wet with a sweetness reminiscent of fresh clover and coffee.

.

#for Reticent Mental Property. Image courtesy of the web.

Dance Partner

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You must be feeling better, Dear.

Yes. Yes I am. I’m not yet tango material, but a close,  slow dance, the length of my body pressing to yours…yes.

That sounds wonderful.  Would this be vertical or horizontal dancing?

With me it always seems to start out vertical, with the most honorable intentions…

And then?

And then I end up back to the wall,and my knees fail me

as your hands hold me in place

and pull me to you

and your lips graze my ear to whisper how you’d like to have your way with me

while my heaving chest, rises and falls, in exaggerated fashion,

assisting my breasts in finding your heart

and encouraging your chin to nuzzle forward into the triangle at the base of my throat

and your lips to burn a path from neck to the hollow below my ear and

then

lightly skim across my cheek

and the tip of my nose

and the curve of my closed eyelids and

back down to my waiting mouth

where we kiss and inhale each other

taking the taste of authenticity deep into our lungs

to remind ourselves

how.

to.

live.

That is spectacular,  Dear.  Just perfect.  I’ll lead now.

If she had any regrets at all:  Failure in perfecting the dip.   

#for ReticentMentalProperty

Make an Entrance

RMPwomanwbagThe text comes through:  324, Dear.

Exit vehicle, parked near the side entrance.  Walks through lobby, head up, eyes searching.  No nod to the hostess, jingle of keys, balance of coffee in hand and bag of toys.

Ding of elevator, door slides to reveal the hallway,  spike heels click toward the heat.

Rap. She looks to the left, knowing he sees her already, sends a pufft of air through her lips to move her hair from her cheek.  Chin tilts to the right, grin surfaces, door opens.

Coffee removed, door locked, dress hits the floor, kisses from collarbone to ear to mouth and back and forth and zigzagging to dizzying breaths across her breasts,  gulps all the air from her lungs and twists that beautiful knife of want, over and over and over.

One by one, the buttons of his black shirt fall victim to her shaking fingertips; the silver buckle of his belt slows her down for but a moment.

#for Reticent Mental Property, November 29, 2013.

Bach-Cello Suite No.1

RMPbach

Music: take me back to that man in a tuxedo,  that man with skilled fingers,  and to the way that man held my face, in those hands. Oh, he could make women do, things, with that mouth of his.

Memories: rush back, race over and over in my most awake states, or in those quiet moments when thinking stops.  Rise up, life lived, to the present, those touches not lost, never wasted, moments seized and willed into existence, carved inside my hungry head.

Mind: flood my whole self, remind me how he could overtake my hesitation… that fervent side sweep to the left and signature lower lip-tug ending, this intimate partnering and tasting, so very critical to this woman, that crazy gift he carried in his kiss.

She pushes aside how much she misses them to focus on her pride in pursuing and capturing them, this treasure, this experience of him, all tucked away, in a place where her mind freely revisits, whenever she wishes.

 

# for Reticent Mental Property

Food and Sex

RMPchocstrawberryFood and sex. You should simply stop eating if you are opening cans of Campbell’s and serving cardboard pizza with a side of multi-vitamin.

I’m serious, man. Approach your food like kissing:  if you have no desire to look into her eyes, no willingness to begin with a nibble, no interest in holding her, in the way that makes her dip her head forward, submitting to your attentions, then you shouldn’t bother putting your mouth to her at all…

Look at the labels on your food. Undress them, dropping each discovered ingredient to the floor. If what is revealed is not sustaining, or spicy, or tempting, or colorful, or vibrant, or alive, then consider whether it is even worth consuming…

She loves dancing in the kitchen. 

#for Reticent Mental Property