You brush up against me as I stand in front of the stove cooking breakfast. You have on my flannel shirt from yesterday and a pair of skimpy panties. Your feet are bare and I tell you to put on some socks, scoldingly (yes, I made up this word). "Are you hungry?" I then ask. "I am hungry for more of you," you growl with a Cheshire grin. My heart palpitates as thoughts of last night's love making session stir within me. We stayed up last night, well after midnight, behind closed bedroom doors. We explored each other's bodies and became one for a few short hours.
Morning arrived much to my lament. We sit and eat breakfast. "I like a man that can cook," you say. I smile as I place a spoon ladled with succulent eggs into my mouth. Food and sex. It is enough to overload the pleasure center of my brain. I'm thoroughly content that the most basic of my human needs are being met. "I will see you tonight," she finally says as she pulls on her jeans, shoes, and runs out the door for work. She turns in the yard to blow me a kiss. I sigh. It's going to be a long and lonely day without her.
This post was inspired after listening to Dr. Laura tonight. "You don't normally fall in love with your friends or think of them in a sexual way," she said on the radio. I sat with a glazed look in my eyes as thoughts of Rosa came to mind. Who wouldn't want to fall in love with their best friend? I mused. It is what dreams are made of. Too bad Rosa would be completely socially unacceptable to my family. Yes, this post is a bit of mental masturbation seeing my real world plumbing is not up to snuff these days. I always have my daydreams.