Just another quick peek before I set off to whatever Im working on.She is halfway through her shower,both hands clamped to the back of her hair hidden in suds.She smiles,knowingly as my eyes crawl and linger,so she turns to offer a better view....
This is the promase of things to come later that we cannot do anything about now-cemented with a soulfull kiss and a gentle back rub.Its a diffrent kind of play button we push,the silent music of a dance we do that is rooted in longing and nurtured by patience.We are limited with each other only by our imagination and untill we can be alone togather this is the only thing that runs like a wild beast,dusty chains slinging wildly,the smell of fresh steel links broken.One who might get too close to one of these whipping chains risks severe injury or even death.The beast runs on,and on.....
Outwardly I am calm,patient,waiting.I seek to stay buisy and productive but Inside Im totally focused and alive,the only hint of the passion inside is the knowing looks we exchange as she leaves her bath and glances my way.She feels as I do and Im satisfied of the promase of things to come.Anticipation,longing,that many alive couldnt fathom or see as anything but torture but that we indulge between ourselves with a certain amount of pride.....