and so it used to be that weekends meant mr cowboy time.
and with that came two things:
both tremendous anticipation and heartbreak.
all that looking forward to
just to see,
with this ever so dynamic, interesting and attentive man.
made his arrival the most glorious thing.
and then he would leave.
i would be left with an indescribable
each and every weekend.
thus what would describe us part-time.
if he came to me the leaving would be more intense
because it was always mid-day on sunday.
he would kiss me one last time and say “got to go”
where as if i was his way, i would sleep over another night
and not have such an abrupt sense of loss
because i’d slip away quietly after he went to work
at least in my mind.
i guess it was my way of making my time with him last just a tad longer.
one of the positives of our time together is the way I would feel physically.
since much of our time spent together was intimate
i would have that kissed all over feeling.
that trail of intensity that only comes with
two connecting in that private very sexual way.
i love this set of images
because it exactly examples
how excited my body felt
after he had left his trail of lust and affection.
by the by i love that word
doesn’t it just say it all?
and excuse me, but THAT is a lovely shot of a just kissed nipple