Where I'm from there is a lock and key
If you'll be so kind as to follow me
I'll show you the way to the rest of my sins.
---- From "Secret" by Missy Higgins
Finally spent, I pulled slowly out of your throat before releasing your pretty face from the clasp of my hands. Leaning back into my chair to rest and to calm my beating heart, I watch you struggle to bring your breathing under control, your sweat-matted raven hair clinging to the sides of your face as you rest it against my thigh. It will be a few more minutes before I am back in control of my own body.
Your note, "I am outside, my love," on the table makes me smile. Shedding my work clothes quickly, I step outside through the glass sliding doors that separate our kitchen from the sand of the beach. The sea is on fire behind you and the last brilliant light of the dying sun caresses the familiar curves of your body as I approach our hammock. You are asleep.
I pause at arm's length, not breathing lest I change my memory.
I reach carefully to brush the hair back from your face without waking you.
God, you are beautiful!
And, you are mine.