Pure Sensuality

As I enter the living quarters that is your domain, I think to myself, "This is where I want to be." You lead me, not to your bedroom, but to your kitchen. You proceed to feed my cannibalistic need for nourishment. The way you fed me did not suggest a nightcap of sexual fantasies being realized between two beings who's frustration for lust is mounting with every passing second; but, instead, suggested you want to cater to my mental and social capacity.
I must admit this is EVEN more of a turn-on.
Of course I would not tell you this, for I am rather curious as to how in-tuned you actually are with my inner-desires. So I sit back and watch as you swirl our shared fork in the spaghetti noodles and home-made tomato sauce that you created RIGHT in front of me, wondering what your next move will be. Then it hits me: This man is after ME, not my goodies. Once this is realized I could not help but flash this huge grin, which in turn made you smile as well. Yes, yes you can go ahead and smile. The job that you have been interviewing for your entire life is FINALLY yours for the taking. After feeding me, you leads me, not to your bedroom, but to your den for a movie. Surprise Surprise!!!
A chick flick!!!
What the hell now! You know that I love Horror flicks. But, then again, that is a mechanism of mine to get closer to a guy. (Yes I let him know this, sue me! This was a great move on his part, for now he will see my in my natural habitat; comedic affect.) The entire time during the movie you were warm. During the romantic parts, you would whisper into my ear, "you know, I don't think he feels for her half of what I feel for you," or, "how in the hell can a woman without the mind, and body, of yours BE the lead role in a quick-witted, daring role?" (Between the comments he would rub his nose on my cheek, before biting it. Once the movie was over, he cut the television off and just stared at me.)
Now, me being naturally shy with attention, asked you what it is that you were staring at. You gently brushed my cheek and said, "I think I just found what the culprit is that has left a void in my heart." I gushed, no lie! You moved in closer, and took my left hand into his big, strong, masculine hands, gave it a kiss. Then you looked up into my eyes, kissed my forehead, and pulled me onto your chest. You spoke about how you cannot help but see us together in the future, and expressing how you had hoped that I would feel the same way; which I do. You made sure your talk was not scaring me away. Stroking my arm ever so gently. Running your fingers through my hair---YES HE IS PRIVILEGED---massaging my scalp like Teacake did Janie Mae in Their Eyes Were Watching God after that intimate sex scene. We sat up, and starting kissing. You ever-so sweetly graced my face with your lips before giving me spine-tingling touches on my neck---no hickie thank GOD---while running your fingers from up and down my back in benign strokes full of ecstasy. Making it back up to my face, you rested your head onto mine, and just stared into my eyes for a spell.
All of a sudden you began to cry. The feelings that were oozed from the both of us became overwhelming, so I began to cry as well. I was thinking to my self how scary these feelings have become. As soon as I began to voice my thoughts to you, you spoke the very words that I had felt. From that moment on, I knew............
For the rest of the night we were inseparable. (Our hands would have gone dead and fallen off and it would not matter to us.) Nothing else was said, for our hearts were one beat, and our love was the drum.