What I love
is the warmth, sometimes the
heat of her....
sometimes the glimpse of her, as she finishes bathing...
or the scent of her, when she leaves in the morning, kissing me
on the mouth...
I feel awkward, but she puts her hand on my chest
and whispers... "I love you. I'll see you, later."
And she is off to live in, spend time in, a world I left long
ago. She deals with a number of people, some of whom she met
many months ago
it strikes me
and while she likes her work...
and is quite good at what she does...
some of the people are very nice...
some are not nice by most peoples' standards...
and some are dangerously not nice.
This is a kind of verbal boquet to this woman...
and Elfin Lover
and sensual gypsy woman
and woman who shops with me
and buys lace underwear
and says... "Wait until you least expect it..."
and smiles the most naughty of smiles.
I am aroused, right there... in the store.
I suppress the physical arousal (to some degree)
but I do not suppress the hint of a smile.
Te amora, mi corazon, mi florita... que bonita y dulce!