We listen to the lyrics of music for almost an hour. Each word has meaning and depth. You ask if I will come in your room and chat as we head to bed. My heart jumps. You take off your pants and crawl into bed. You wrap your arms around me and hold me. Your hand stokes my arm and face. You rub my back as we talk. Talk about so many things in depth. You spend time asking me about my husband's health, his work, how we are doing. You ask about me, what it was like to experience my husband almost dying, how it has been since by mom died, how my dad is... you ask heart questions, and they are sincere. You are listening, truly listening. You hold me close as I cry about missing my mom. I need to be held. Our faces touch as we talk. You ask if this is how my husband holds me, sadly I say no, but I wish. You share your heart. You bear your secrets, demons, burdens, hopes, dreams. You share your needs and struggles. I love how open you are. It is good to have someone be so vulnerable and honest. Even if things are not always easy, you are open and allow me to see the real you.
You tell me that you are missing things in your relationship. You are not getting your physical needs met whether that be physical touch or sex. You let me ask questions about your relationship and your thoughts on marriage. You face me and thank me being with you. You tell me this is what you need and what is missing. With that our lips touch and we begin to kiss. It is gentle, sweet, and kind. There is passion in every moment. You ask me if I have ever thought this would happen and I respond yes, I had romanticized about this type of moment in the past. You nod as well. You take time to make me feel special and noticed. You ask if you can go down on me. My heart skips a beat.
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