I certainly didn't mean to leer, but just couldn't take my eyes off of you. The paper was lowered in my hands, and I just took in the very ordinary yet terribly erotic scene of you dressing in front of me.
A part of me thought that I should look away, act disinterested somehow... but why waste such beauty?
Your towel dropped, and the shape of your ass was a delight I realized I had not captured last night. As intimate as we had been, and as much as we had shared, sexually, I knew there were an infinite number of things I still had to learn about you.
And I wanted to, on a molecular level nearly. My desire... my interest... my fascination with you was... and is... overwhelming.
The flow of your legs as you stepped into your panties... the movement of your arms as you negotiated the bra... the simplicity of watching your don your shirt... they all struck me as more beautiful than any waterfall I had ever witnessed... more glorious than the sunrise.
You sat next to me on the bed, and my heart seemed to skip a beat. Once again, it was if you chose me.
I laid the paper aside, turning toward you so that my leg was folded on the bed in front of me. We were only about two feet apart, and I would swear I could feel your presence.
Finally, I spoke. Somehow words seemed so superfulous... yet so necessary.
"Yeah, my conference continues all day today, and wraps up at noon tomorrow. My flight is at 4:45 p.m."
I pause. A bit of sadness seems to overtake my heart.
"What are your plans?" And then, more to the point, "When do I need to take you back?"
I long for the answer to be "never."
There are stories I want to hear, memories I want to create, pictures I want to see, laughter I want to share... all with you.