Sense Part Two (#18)

Sense: Part II (Working title)
Sense Installment # 18 (continued from April 19th)

His left hand slips under my arm and stretches around my back, a scarf wrapping around my neck with warmth and I know he’s done this before. I smell his cologne, anticipating a fervent shower when I get home; a well-needed one to cool off. The tip of his sneaker touches mine and it’s like a shock of something electric shot through my body from my toe into my back, to the top of my head until I think my hair is standing on end. I look into his eyes and think to myself how in love I am, how I want to adore this man and have as many children as he wants. He becomes a vision of happiness, what I think happiness should be. Our lips, after a long wait, touch, and they crush up against the other. They are soft and wet and cool. Then the lips touch the teeth, smooth and clean. They taste like mint. Before my tongue touches his, it brushes his gums, then plays forcefully with his tongue. A meticulous kiss with an arrangement and an order and a lot of tongue. I am thinking about his hand on my back and how it is stroking my bra strap, with each glide of his hand, lifting my shirt a bit higher. My palms pressed on his shoulders, not knowing what to do with them, pushing down, massaging out. I am excited I am kissing him, I am fulfilled because it has happened. I am still imagining our life together, kids and cars and maids and lots of love.