The Euphoria

It's not just arms I want around me - it's arms of a woman who's enthralled with me.

I don't want just any nails searing my flesh as they drag down in ecstasy - I want those nails belonging to a lover that I know won't be gone the next day.

I want to press my tongue to part the lips of a lover that wants that kiss more than their next breath.

I want to hear that low growl as I slide inside her for the first time - and see that look in her eyes. It's part trepidation, part unbridled lust, and part serenity.

I want to feel the sheets dampen under our body heat and fluids and the cool air playing tricks on our hot, sweaty, overstimulated skin.

In the height of passion I want to feel her eyes pierce mine. I want that connection that unites flesh, soul, and emotions - even if it's a flicker of a moment that ends in a deep kiss and deep embrace.

I want to feel her breath on my chest as I hold her as she lay catching her breath after orgasm.

I want to feel that moment, that if you could capture it and relive it daily you would, where she's safe enough with you to fall asleep in your arms after sharing her body with you. In some strange way, she now sharing her dreams with you in a way no words could ever suffice.

Thats the euphoria I crave.