I dreamt once of a woman clothed in moonlight with her eyes telling me that I was doing everything right.  I felt her body as I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close as our eyes lock into a kiss.  Her hand ran up my back, nails scratching at the back of my neck.  A smile comes to both our faces, then suddenly the smile is replaced by a long stare, her at my lips, me at hers.  Our lips moved ever closer to each other, my other hand slips up the side of her neck, the caresses behind her ear, my thumb running gently over her lobe.  Her head turns slightly to one side, looking up to me, knowing.  Our lips just an inch away, the electricity begins to spark between us.  Finally meeting, pressed against one another, my body goes limp while my soul pours into her.  

     Eyes closed, lost in her world, lost in her kiss, I can feel a surging energy flowing through my body.  If the tips of my fingers were cut, light would pour out of them, the excitement she causes in me is so strong.  My hands rub her neck and back, while hers hold me close to her.  Muscles tighten and release with each passing moment, oh i could spend eternity like this, simply kissing her, the woman of my dreams.  The agony of pulling my lips from hers, pulling my very soul from her once more, but an agony I must feel for now.  Finally opening my eyes, I see hers are still closed, I move my lips close to hers once again but no kiss this time.  I simply whisper "I love you" close to her lips, then I pull her nearer for a long hug.  

     Pulling away just a few feet from her body is murder, yet my hand catches hers and I lead her inside our bedroom.  It seems like only yesterday that we were married, now, years down the road, the fire still burns.  The moonlight is washed away by candlelight, her eyes sparkle as the flame dances in them.  Beside our bed now we stand, taking her in my arms once more, we meet in a kiss, souls sharing once again.  Her hands move round my waist, undoing my belt, then tugging at my shirt, pulling it over my head.  Quickly she places her fiery lips upon my chest.  My had slips into her hair and turns her head upward to meet my lips.  Holding each other close once again, her fingers begin to gently claw at my back.  

     The kiss is broken, never more than a few inches away from her the souls remain.  I slowly spin her body around, my hands caress her arms from fingertips to shoulders.  Sliding up to her neck, my fingers find the zipper of her dress.  Slowly I slide it down the lengthy of her body, kissing each inch of exposed flesh down her spine.  The zipper stopped at her waist, I then make my way slowly back up her spine.  My hands caressing her back and sides on my way up.  She leans into me, leaning over I begin to whisper into her ear, words that are only for her to hear.  Kissing her neck she spins to face me once again, we open the doorway for our souls once more.  

     Our lips locked in a passionate kiss, she gently slides her garments down over her shoulders.  Clasps freed by my hands, she pressed her bare body against mine.  Our lips, still dancing with one another while hands caress and scrape one another's back.  I slowly start to make my way down her neck, her head leans back and a sigh escapes her lips.  My hands and lips move further down her body, over her stomach, pausing briefly at her navel.  My hands move gently around her body while she places her hands in my hair.  Slowly, gently, my hands slide her silk dress down her long legs.  Again my lips follow down to her knees.  Then slowly I make my way back up, creeping ever so slowly, her skin an amber glow in the candlelight, tasting so sweet.  Mid-thigh now, her legs begin to shake.  Higher, higher I climb, going half an inch at a time as my hands hold and knead the back of her legs.  

     Finally at her hips, her breathing increases, speeding to a pant, waiting . . . waiting . . . in anticipation.

if you made it this far then pat your self on the back.  again i am highly critical of my own work and not at all pleased with this one.  though this one in particular has been read by a few people and returned with good reviews.  the point is not the kiss, but the anticipation of the kiss.  this was written i believe again in 98 or 97 when i was in a very brief long distance relationship.  we met online and became fast friends and then well, the rest happened.  I know what you're thinking, but i don't really care.  i added the 'married' for several years because at that point in my life everything was a fantasy as nothing really seemed real.  i'd lost my faith (or better put was running from it) and thus trying to fill the void in my life.  anyway, this came from a very long night of talking to my friend in the north and wishing we could be together.