The raw chemical connection makes no sense. It just is.
We try to distance ourselves from one another but in time find our bodies entwined inhaling the energy of the other like a drug we can not live without.
I have tried to deny our connection in my mind many times, but my heart keeps leading me in a circle back to him each time. He breaks through my walls when his eyes connect with mine. He sees me. There are no rules or predetermined ways in which we are expected to be…we just are.
I close my eyes to join him. His scent lingers tempting me to draw in just one breath and try to walk away. I am unable to inhale his energy and release him. He stands as close to me as he can without touching my skin, making me wonder if he is only within the confines of my mind. I am afraid to reach out and not touch him.
I feel his breath on the side of my mouth, his lips desperately want to kiss mine. The heat of his body warms mine with an undeniable burning desire to have me. I can feel his want twisting and turning into a need, like a turbulent storm brewing with a force that can not be reckoned with. We are standing in the middle, captured by the raw energy neither of us have words for. We have no choice but to ride it out to see where our bodies land.
I open my eyes to see his looking deeply into mine. I am safe and unafraid as his strength reaches around my waist grabbing me forcefully toward him as the world around us spins out of control. His powerful presence releases my fear of the unknown as I surrender to the storm letting go.
Eyes still closed, I awake to the feeling of warm rain splashing on my face, washing down my flesh. As my lashes lift up, my dreamy brown eyes are exposed to him between my legs leaning over me. He is looking right into my soul wondering as am I what just happened.
He was standing reading the local newspaper when I walked through the door. The sun had gently kissed him. I paused to watch him from a distance to re-acquaint myself. His eyes softened as I walked near, melting me. His arms wrapped around my shoulders enveloping me in his energy. He was full of life. We spared back and forth with words watching one another carefully. He was hard to read.
We meandered through stories of his adventure and my doings while he was away, now and then holding a stare that made our skin flush. There was a slight edge to how he looked at me. I wanted him to grab my face and kiss me with the passion I knew he had inside. I had seen that look in his eyes before and knew exactly where it could lead.
We sat staring within arms reach of one another, not touching with anything but our eyes and imagination. I wonder if we should have shared as much as we did. He was hard to navigate, I felt slightly off-balance. A twinge of uncertainty washed over me when he relived an erotic adventure he had with another woman. I felt envious hearing him talk of her. It was not a familiar feeling for me. He knew and looked at me with regret. I was unable to hide what I was feeling inside, he caught me off guard.
My only escape was to walk away avoiding eye contact. I headed toward the lady’s room not aware he was barely a step behind me. I sensed his energy but was too afraid to turn around. I stepped slowly into the dark private room trying to collect myself. I stood with shivers running up and down my spine. He gently closed the door behind us. I couldn’t turn around, my eyes stayed shut as my heart beat faster. I felt him take a step closer. He reached out and gently moved my hair to one side exposing my neck to his lips. His breath was warm and controlled. There were no words exchanged between us.
I surrendered as he turned my body gently to face his. His hands held my jaw firmly as the passion quickly escalated between us.
He looked deep into my eyes wiping the smile right off my face…time stood still. He reached past my jaw to move my hair gently to the side exposing my neck. I closed my eyes inhaling his scent that lingered in the air from his hand that gently brushed past my cheek. My head tilted naturally to one side opening myself to his touch. He paused, taking his time knowing his seduction had only just begun. Our chemistry mixed as his mouth came slowly toward my neck. A shiver started at my lower back following my spine to meet his lips as he touched the fine hairs that stood erect waiting to be caressed. He paused ever so slightly before touching my skin, sending another shock wave down my back. My body belonged to him at that very moment.
I kept my eyes gently shut, enhancing all of my other senses. I was intoxicated by his scent, exhilarated by the unknown, mesmerized by his ability to keep me in such a trance. I felt drugged unable to move. We were communicating without words. My body reacting to the sensual energy that enveloped both of us. He was in control, I was not. My back naturally arched as the skin on his cheek touched mine. He placed his mouth dangerously close tempting me to reach for his lips with mine. I didn’t dare open my eyes. I wanted to savour the moment before his lips would touch mine.
I could hear his breath, feel his heart beating faster in anticipation of our first real kiss. The warmth of his mouth traveled quickly to my lips and then disappeared making me open my eyes. He had pulled back for a brief moment to take one last look at the expression on my face…complete surrender. Sexual energy filled the air between us as we locked eyes completely open and vulnerable to one another. Raw emotion washed over us as we lost ourselves in each other. I captured a photograph in my mind of the intense look he shared with me, to be recalled whenever I wanted the moment to return.
There is no better place to find yourself than the world our distracted minds naturally send us. Deep inside the imagination of a sexy mind lies the vivid dreams and fantasies of what a single thought can do. This time the thought that scaled the walls of my subconscious was that of pheromone filled facial hair.
The male energy who adorns a ribbon across his lip is sexy to me. He is growing it to make a statement. He is committed to his health. He is willing to take a stand, go the distance, be uncomfortable and show the world he wants to be here. He is strong and masculine. Male energy with a purpose greater than himself, mens health…Movember.
Facial hair is soft, rugged, manly. It has natural pheromones that pull us in. It can be abrasive if rubbed the wrong way but soft and gentle if stroked in the right direction. It shouts testosterone. It’s a choice, unique to the one who wears it. It’s a right of passage.
And it goes like this…
My eyes were closed, lost in my subconscious thought. I had goose bumps rising like waves on the surface of my skin from head to toe in anticipation of what was to come. The world went silent around me as I felt his very first touch. His lips did not arrive first to my skin. The soft warm tickle from his moustache came first. He paused, searching it seemed for the perfect place to kiss. His facial hair brushed my skin gently as he continued exploring the map of my body. He aroused every hair follicle that felt him coming. His breathe warmed the surface of my skin as he continued until he found his favourite spot.
It seemed like forever since I saw him last. His hand gently touched my arm when he leaned in for a soft kiss on the side of my mouth. I took a breath s~l~o~w~l~y as our bodies came together inhaling his presence. His masculine scent was deliciously powerful. I may have even closed my eyes for a split second to ignore all my other senses.
We engaged in subtle glances. Our eyes caught stalling for brief moments to penetrate the invisible wall of uncertainty. Even the slightest touch of his body felt exaggerated and deliberate. I inhaled him with each draw in of breath, sending me back to an intimate moment from our past. It was hard to stay focused on the conversation with his scent swirling around me. I couldn’t resist the sensual recall each time he leaned in close. I was utterly distracted and teased by his pheromones dancing so clearly in front of me. I fought the temptation to lean in and kiss him without warning. The attraction was undeniable.
Invisible to the naked eye his scent continued to surge, taking me in and out of moments shared in our past. Like music his scent took me places I had been before and allowed my mind to wander regions I had yet to explore.
I found myself in a world of my own where his neck was close enough for my lips to touch. I wondered if anyone else at the table could feel what his scent was doing to me. The irresistible sexy scent of this man had captured me…again.
An-tic-i-pa-tion…say it slowly again with the lustful thought of wanting to touch your partner but not being able to at this moment in time…an-tic-i-pa-tion. The word has such flavour it’s hard to say without the feeling of edible desire. The an-tic-i-pa-tion of touch can be so electric your body jitters gently and sends shivers down your spine.
The deep aching thought of what you’re anticipating sends a shutter like no other. Every little hair on the surface of your skin comes alive standing on end waiting to be touched. Anticipation naturally builds nervous sexual energy when chemistry is present. When your focus is on whom you desire anticipation can send you into a frenzy of what might be in those first few moments standing in front of one another.
Meeting in person for the first time…an-tic-i-at-tion. The first embrace with your entire body from head to toe…an-tic-i-pa-tion. Kissing for the first time…an-tic-i-pa-tion. Reuniting with one another after an unwanted absence…an-tic-i-pa-tion. The first intimate moment…an-tic-i-pa-tion.
If you take the time to let your mind wander in lust or love about the object-of-your-desire anticipation will naturally build, making any moment with the opposite sex that much more exciting.
An-tic-i-pa-tion is making you wait…embrace it. Say it slowly one more time and taste it as it rolls off your tongue into the atmosphere.
The nervous energy felt magnetic. We stood with little distance between us. Neither of us looked away. Trying to read his eyes and body language was stimulating. I felt drawn to his mouth, it was so incredibly sexy. He knew exactly what to do to keep me just slightly off balance. Our chemistry kept building slowly, at any moment it could have spun out of control.
My subconscious kept whispering ‘kiss me…no don’t.’ I savoured what I thought was the moment before our lips would touched for the very first time. His were so close I could feel his breath. I felt hypnotized. I was in the moment at last quenching my thirst with the intoxicating chemistry that filled the room. Each subtle touch was magnified. I had surrender, he didn’t know it. I was being lead down the path of no resistance. Kiss me…no don’t, he read my mind.