The Better Lover

I got up from bed feeling relaxed, and sated like I hadn't been in a long while. Her tenderness the night before had touched the very depth of my soul. It was like I had found the perfect mate for my existence. Too bad I had to leave, and probably never see her again. Looking at her as she slept, sent my desire on rampage again. I desired her like I hadn't desired another before. Her lips, even while she slept looked like they were poised for a kiss. Her slow breathing made her bosom rise and fall with a rhythm that simulated the motion of how I wanted to take her. Unlike last night this would be slow, languid, and detailed. Last night was beyond words could say. The passion, the pleasure, the raw fury, the uuhhhh! I shudder to think of what we did last night. Her strength matched mine all the way. Every movement in sync, every caress in rhythm. It was beyond words could describe. I got out of bed and reached for my wrist watch. Dang!!! It was five minutes to eight, and my flight was set to leave by nine o'clock. With speed I took my shirt and tugged it on. The buttons weren't very co-operative so I abandoned them. My trousers were lying across the bed next to her and I had to tug. I pulled them on and buckled up. Just as I was about to take my suitcase and run, hands reached around me and pulled me down. the fell of a warm and soft bosom was overpoweringly delicious. I almost melted as she playfully nuzzled my neck. Not so fast tiger! She said.