memories of a lady...
Most of all I remember you. Those first shy eyes. That awkward beat, with friends. I was so new, raw. An expierienced innocent. Why is it your face, your smiles I recall. There have been others, and yet none with the sweet simplicty of our bond. So girlish, womanly, young, beautiful, and foolish.
When you danced for me, i thought my heart would stop. The luscious swell of your breasts against your velvet, coined bra. Oh how those breasts shamed you, until months later we stood, water falling in that shower. In that quiet hotel on the coast. I worshiped them then, and you flushed. Their size no longer a burden for you to bear, but a voluptous gift you shared.
Tentative longing, that was the beginning. So soft, dangerous, but oh so right. After that first dance when we were in such terrible lust. We shopped, we laughed we danced, we lunched. That silly restaurant. Our hands touched oh so briefly, then longer, and oh people were staring when we both blushed deeply. That was how it was when together, so many times mirroring the other. The abstract, the silliness, the self. We kissed then. So fleeting, soft, again soft.
How many times we whispered you are beautiful, i want you, i'm scared, i love you.
Then we ran, we nearly flew to the coast to the pulsing, pounding waves. Oh how the people stared! It frightened them, the desire, the forthrightness. Two women. So femine how? We made ourselves up. The men they tried to flirt, or make jokes. -The women were, angered, bemused, or had that knowing half-smile.- It did not get through. they just wanted that closeness themselves. I did not ever blame them. There are few sights as right as two female bodies being intimate. laughing, clasping hands, laughing until the tears stream. touching cheeks. dancing together. lost in the rythyms, and music of the voice of that one across the table, space, the breath of infinity. All of it was there, then. We were glorious.
those rosepetals on the bed, i nearly laughed with delight, oh how our bodies bruised them. And later laughing as we pealed them from each other. Before that though... The kisses of velvet. The honeyed depths. The first time my fingers found your sweetest secret. That clitty so like mine, the different colors, shapes, such symmetry. Your gorgeous glossy dark curls, under my needing, exploring fingers. Then your gasp, at the difference. My amber whisps, a surprise, and yet our colors they melded. I was your first, your first taste of full blown girl love. I am often the first, I did not know this then.
The drawings I made of you. Another coastal town. My favorite old, literary hotel. The room we stayed in. No secrets. Even the bookstore lady could not help grinning as we selected dusty novels and art books for each other. I wonder if you remember the spiderwebs, glistening with light on dust motes. Such a storm, we were soaked, running, laughing giddily. Our dresses clung. You were so hot under that wet dress. Your body was steaming as I peeled that dress off of you like a second skin. My fingers and mouth devoured you then. Standing trembling, cold, lust, what was it for you? Your lovely curving body a furnace, I warmed myself in. Ohhh the first time we tried toys. You found that having our purple and black friend, and my hot wet tongue would make you come faster and more times than anything else. Oh how red your nipples would become. I liked to watch the play of light on your landscape. You would close your eyes when so close, I'm guessing your mind flooded with images, remembrances, the ministrations of my body, all of your other lovers. The way we do. Then flash open, the puplils dilated, so wide inviting, I could fall in. Oh yes I remeber you.
What of that silly game, that game of lies with strangers at dinner. Fate was funny that night. Whispered licks and kisses. your fingers exploring me under the table. Oh dessert was good, as I had your lovely polished hand between my legs as we shared our hot and cold desserts. Eight people at that table, that silly game, so many sensations!
The next day drawing you. finally. I have them still. You fell asleep. i was happy. The rain was tapping on the window. The relaxed rythm. At times it felt the whole hotel would sway, tumble and fall, adrift in the Pacific.
When you woke, your mood was changed. restless. A tattoo. Had to have one tonight. Could I draw something? We would both get it, it would be ours. I was flustered, but yes, okay. unsure, what does this mean, does it have meaning? Too late. Coastal shops closed. Tomorrow. We went back, drank wine, made love, finished the design. Rushed breakfast. Excitement. I went first, I've done this before.
Exquisite pain, I love it. It gives me back my body. the prick of the needle drawing me closer to desire. the pain, but oh how wet I get. I think I could come from being tattooed, if the piece were big enough. ;) But then, oh, my lower back emblazoned with my lotus, it was ours then. Our lotus. Sitting just were it would always be seen above our costumes. Oh the other dancers would know! Was that the point? Then your turn. So brave, and frightened. heightened emotion. And then, you passed out. It was terrifing, we revived you, fed you, you did not remember. The artist finished the work, he wanted you so badly. :) Did you know? I hope so.
Months earlier... That supreme sexy dinner. candlelight, soft laughter, holding hands, gazing at each other. Again just an oddity. people thought femme women could not do what we did, we did it anyway. Then to that lesbian club, oh so smoky! No seats, no club that night. No other women in heels, skirts, we looked odd, out of another era. Do you want to leave, yeah. Screaming with laughter running in heels down the sidewalk relived at being away from that level of uncomfortableness! She had a surprise for me. Delicious secret. we arrived at a large, bightly lit strip club. i was in virgin terrority. I felt wide eyed, like a child. Did not help that the bouncer examined my id for a long time, and asked for another piece of identification! All I had was pool membership, where I worked. I felt like such a nieve dork. Blushing.
What a surprise. A nice dining club, many tables, candles, then oh my god she's nude. No not nude, naked! wow! We were leared at by the patrons. or smirked. but still welcome. My heart was pounding, I was afraid to look, and yet, aroused. We ordered drinks. Everyone so friendly. :) The girls, some voluptous, one skinny, one oh wow athletic, yet curvy! She was upside down on the pole, her movements precise, and acrobatic. How I longed for a sketchbook.I learned a lot about anatomy, and musculature that night. We were invited over to sit with three men, no thank you, but sweet offer, we are together. laughing, not-quite-rude commnets. Good feelings. Then Tiffany one of the earlier dancers. Sat down and had a nice chat. she was flirting, and questioning, and adorable. We spoke of school, work, sex, women, she was no stranger to Sapphic surrenders herself. ;) grin. Oh it was fun!
WE drove everywhere in Portland, up the hills, and saw the glow and lights, back streets, the river, nothing right. Some privacy, that was all that was required! None to be found on that nght. An hour suth, we pulled off the freeway, drove through country, found an ultimate dark, grassy, backwoods road. There satisfied our passions. Oh the angles a body can manouver into! She touched me every which way. I did the same, ending in that endless orgasm, with the horn being pressed, shrieking out into the still ight. After blushing, and flushed, mussed, and lovely. Driving fast hightailing it out of there.
Eventually, it was, just not right anymore. We fell away, lost touch. Sadly, it was gone, not exactly but enough.
How many years later could it be five?!. Rain again, running into a store as you were running out. We nearly bumped into each other. That flustered laughing, sharing information, promises to get together, hurrying to our respective parties. Mine dinner with friends, yours a form of dance that niether of us could spell! :)
We did meet again. It was so odd, and cheerful. all of the old exhuberance! You were going to leave soon for the southwest. My heart sank, and yet was bouyed by the effervescense of sharing with you again. We bought bottles of Shiraz, and then after the shop. Sitting in your big car. Do you remember how it was with us? Yes, i said. Both smiling, blushing again Seperate drections, but then eyes touch, glance, hold. we talked for hours there, until the sky was purple. The desire fresh bleeding, there in her vehicle, between us. We held hands, and just let the memories and feelings wash over. The kiss goobye, the sweetest meeting of the lips, the softness of your mouth, earlier at brunch you tried my lipstick. And oh how I melted watching you put it on. -We used to share panties like that. Whisps of silk, given after being hastily removed wherever we happened to be standing. That raised the eyebrows!!! :D We would run laughing away giddy on our boldness!- Our mouths almost the same rosy hue. clinique almost lipstick, in black honey. Nothing has ever been sweeter.
Laughing, crying, holding, quivering,
So yeah I remember your exquiste curves, your glossy dark swingy bob, that always smelled like heaven. confessions, and secrets whispered in passionate moments. singing loudly into the wind, running into the icy ocean, soaking our clothing and bodies, surprised cries of delight and shock.
and of course our giggling kisses. Love to you, wherever you fare.
~R
When you danced for me, i thought my heart would stop. The luscious swell of your breasts against your velvet, coined bra. Oh how those breasts shamed you, until months later we stood, water falling in that shower. In that quiet hotel on the coast. I worshiped them then, and you flushed. Their size no longer a burden for you to bear, but a voluptous gift you shared.
Tentative longing, that was the beginning. So soft, dangerous, but oh so right. After that first dance when we were in such terrible lust. We shopped, we laughed we danced, we lunched. That silly restaurant. Our hands touched oh so briefly, then longer, and oh people were staring when we both blushed deeply. That was how it was when together, so many times mirroring the other. The abstract, the silliness, the self. We kissed then. So fleeting, soft, again soft.
How many times we whispered you are beautiful, i want you, i'm scared, i love you.
Then we ran, we nearly flew to the coast to the pulsing, pounding waves. Oh how the people stared! It frightened them, the desire, the forthrightness. Two women. So femine how? We made ourselves up. The men they tried to flirt, or make jokes. -The women were, angered, bemused, or had that knowing half-smile.- It did not get through. they just wanted that closeness themselves. I did not ever blame them. There are few sights as right as two female bodies being intimate. laughing, clasping hands, laughing until the tears stream. touching cheeks. dancing together. lost in the rythyms, and music of the voice of that one across the table, space, the breath of infinity. All of it was there, then. We were glorious.
those rosepetals on the bed, i nearly laughed with delight, oh how our bodies bruised them. And later laughing as we pealed them from each other. Before that though... The kisses of velvet. The honeyed depths. The first time my fingers found your sweetest secret. That clitty so like mine, the different colors, shapes, such symmetry. Your gorgeous glossy dark curls, under my needing, exploring fingers. Then your gasp, at the difference. My amber whisps, a surprise, and yet our colors they melded. I was your first, your first taste of full blown girl love. I am often the first, I did not know this then.
The drawings I made of you. Another coastal town. My favorite old, literary hotel. The room we stayed in. No secrets. Even the bookstore lady could not help grinning as we selected dusty novels and art books for each other. I wonder if you remember the spiderwebs, glistening with light on dust motes. Such a storm, we were soaked, running, laughing giddily. Our dresses clung. You were so hot under that wet dress. Your body was steaming as I peeled that dress off of you like a second skin. My fingers and mouth devoured you then. Standing trembling, cold, lust, what was it for you? Your lovely curving body a furnace, I warmed myself in. Ohhh the first time we tried toys. You found that having our purple and black friend, and my hot wet tongue would make you come faster and more times than anything else. Oh how red your nipples would become. I liked to watch the play of light on your landscape. You would close your eyes when so close, I'm guessing your mind flooded with images, remembrances, the ministrations of my body, all of your other lovers. The way we do. Then flash open, the puplils dilated, so wide inviting, I could fall in. Oh yes I remeber you.
What of that silly game, that game of lies with strangers at dinner. Fate was funny that night. Whispered licks and kisses. your fingers exploring me under the table. Oh dessert was good, as I had your lovely polished hand between my legs as we shared our hot and cold desserts. Eight people at that table, that silly game, so many sensations!
The next day drawing you. finally. I have them still. You fell asleep. i was happy. The rain was tapping on the window. The relaxed rythm. At times it felt the whole hotel would sway, tumble and fall, adrift in the Pacific.
When you woke, your mood was changed. restless. A tattoo. Had to have one tonight. Could I draw something? We would both get it, it would be ours. I was flustered, but yes, okay. unsure, what does this mean, does it have meaning? Too late. Coastal shops closed. Tomorrow. We went back, drank wine, made love, finished the design. Rushed breakfast. Excitement. I went first, I've done this before.
Exquisite pain, I love it. It gives me back my body. the prick of the needle drawing me closer to desire. the pain, but oh how wet I get. I think I could come from being tattooed, if the piece were big enough. ;) But then, oh, my lower back emblazoned with my lotus, it was ours then. Our lotus. Sitting just were it would always be seen above our costumes. Oh the other dancers would know! Was that the point? Then your turn. So brave, and frightened. heightened emotion. And then, you passed out. It was terrifing, we revived you, fed you, you did not remember. The artist finished the work, he wanted you so badly. :) Did you know? I hope so.
Months earlier... That supreme sexy dinner. candlelight, soft laughter, holding hands, gazing at each other. Again just an oddity. people thought femme women could not do what we did, we did it anyway. Then to that lesbian club, oh so smoky! No seats, no club that night. No other women in heels, skirts, we looked odd, out of another era. Do you want to leave, yeah. Screaming with laughter running in heels down the sidewalk relived at being away from that level of uncomfortableness! She had a surprise for me. Delicious secret. we arrived at a large, bightly lit strip club. i was in virgin terrority. I felt wide eyed, like a child. Did not help that the bouncer examined my id for a long time, and asked for another piece of identification! All I had was pool membership, where I worked. I felt like such a nieve dork. Blushing.
What a surprise. A nice dining club, many tables, candles, then oh my god she's nude. No not nude, naked! wow! We were leared at by the patrons. or smirked. but still welcome. My heart was pounding, I was afraid to look, and yet, aroused. We ordered drinks. Everyone so friendly. :) The girls, some voluptous, one skinny, one oh wow athletic, yet curvy! She was upside down on the pole, her movements precise, and acrobatic. How I longed for a sketchbook.I learned a lot about anatomy, and musculature that night. We were invited over to sit with three men, no thank you, but sweet offer, we are together. laughing, not-quite-rude commnets. Good feelings. Then Tiffany one of the earlier dancers. Sat down and had a nice chat. she was flirting, and questioning, and adorable. We spoke of school, work, sex, women, she was no stranger to Sapphic surrenders herself. ;) grin. Oh it was fun!
WE drove everywhere in Portland, up the hills, and saw the glow and lights, back streets, the river, nothing right. Some privacy, that was all that was required! None to be found on that nght. An hour suth, we pulled off the freeway, drove through country, found an ultimate dark, grassy, backwoods road. There satisfied our passions. Oh the angles a body can manouver into! She touched me every which way. I did the same, ending in that endless orgasm, with the horn being pressed, shrieking out into the still ight. After blushing, and flushed, mussed, and lovely. Driving fast hightailing it out of there.
Eventually, it was, just not right anymore. We fell away, lost touch. Sadly, it was gone, not exactly but enough.
How many years later could it be five?!. Rain again, running into a store as you were running out. We nearly bumped into each other. That flustered laughing, sharing information, promises to get together, hurrying to our respective parties. Mine dinner with friends, yours a form of dance that niether of us could spell! :)
We did meet again. It was so odd, and cheerful. all of the old exhuberance! You were going to leave soon for the southwest. My heart sank, and yet was bouyed by the effervescense of sharing with you again. We bought bottles of Shiraz, and then after the shop. Sitting in your big car. Do you remember how it was with us? Yes, i said. Both smiling, blushing again Seperate drections, but then eyes touch, glance, hold. we talked for hours there, until the sky was purple. The desire fresh bleeding, there in her vehicle, between us. We held hands, and just let the memories and feelings wash over. The kiss goobye, the sweetest meeting of the lips, the softness of your mouth, earlier at brunch you tried my lipstick. And oh how I melted watching you put it on. -We used to share panties like that. Whisps of silk, given after being hastily removed wherever we happened to be standing. That raised the eyebrows!!! :D We would run laughing away giddy on our boldness!- Our mouths almost the same rosy hue. clinique almost lipstick, in black honey. Nothing has ever been sweeter.
Laughing, crying, holding, quivering,
So yeah I remember your exquiste curves, your glossy dark swingy bob, that always smelled like heaven. confessions, and secrets whispered in passionate moments. singing loudly into the wind, running into the icy ocean, soaking our clothing and bodies, surprised cries of delight and shock.
and of course our giggling kisses. Love to you, wherever you fare.
~R