It's been months since I felt your touch. You stare for a while. I stand infront of you as you pray. This isn't a dream. I run into your arms and you squeeze my chest against yours. You caress my hair. Missing my familiar scent you had grown found of. You kiss my lips ever so passionately. Like a scene from a love movie. I got weak in the knees. You hold my face as I rip off my jacket. You unbutton my jeans as a slide them down my smooth legs. Your breaths getting deeper. Your hands explore my warm skin. Gliding and squeezing. I wrap myself around your firm body. As you softly kiss my neck. I lay on my back clenching the sheets. Your pants off now and your staring at me. Pulling up your shirt I slowly kiss your lips. As you whisper in my ear "this isn't just because." I arch my back as you gently make your way down. You enter me and I feel whole. Your sweet taste fills me with warmth. You hold me tight and glide. With every stroke I feel alive. Your breaths deeper and longer apart. I climb on top of you. Soft and slow we move. You're ever so gentle. You kiss my cheek as I turn to my back. Moaning with fulfillment. I remember the first time we did this and now is so much better. I feel your skin grow warm. Your hands wrapped in my hair. I look at you with a grin. Getting up you point me to the couch. Where we lay for hours wrapped up in each others arms.