Sweet Nothings

couple in bed, young woman enjoying kiss on her naked shoulder

Lying on my front

Pinned by you to the bed.

Your body on mine.

The best kind of blanket.

Your breath hot,

On my neck.

Your voice smooth,

In my ear.

Your arms tight,

Hold me close.

“You’re stunning.”

I blush.

“You’re gorgeous.”

I whimper.

“I love how you feel.”

Can hold back no longer.

“I love how you make me feel.”

Hugged tighter,

Shoulders kissed and caressed.

“You’re the lover I’ve been waiting for all my life.”

…and my insides officially melt.

When nothings are very much something.



You tease. And you kiss.

But you don’t let me kiss you.

You hold my head still,

And you slowly draw in. tease

Butterfly kisses, or licks

On my cheek, on my lips,

On my tongue, but you don’t let me

Move in for the kill.

This must be what it means

To be held in one’s thrall.

You tease, and you kiss.

Down my arm, as you hold me

Firmly but not hard, just to keep

Me in reach. Your hand cups the nape

Of my neck very gently

But as I said, firmly. You

Hold me in place.

Your left hand moves its way

Down my side, round my waist

To the small of my back

And draws me in to you

Till our bodies touch.

I can feel your desire

And as you grab handfuls of hair

On my head and pull it right back

I know very well that you

Can see mine.

You tease. And you kiss.

But this time it’s different.

You finally stop teasing.

And kiss me like you should.

With passion, with vigour,

With feeling, intensity,

With lust and desire

And an audible smile.

(I knew you would, eventually.)