Holding my face, so tenderly, your eyes a brilliant flame, setting light to my soul, burning the hurt and horrors of history from my heart. Never once do I recall anyone looking at me that way, as if I were the treasure long sought, and finally found after the difficult journey. Lightly, so very lightly, your mouth brushes over my face – a pair of angel wings in flight. My heart and my skin tingle with their passing. Trembling still, your lips claim mine. You attack my mouth with a raw, hungry, kiss that has me twisting against you, wrapping arms and body around you…
This is an excerpt from Bayou, a beautifully written erotic letter written to an absent lover. From the Wicked Ways column, found only at For The Girls.
