blushing

(A dress, opened with buttons, exhales a red bra with white lace, on top of it there is a brown sweater, big, soft... on the floor two pairs of underwear rest, one red and one gray... pants, socks, stockings... I didn't touch the evidence, it was too beautiful as it was.)

I see him, in my head, touching my skin, and I blush. I see him in my head, licking my back, beginning at the nook of my neck and then slowly, tongue by tongue, going down, between my legs, and I blush. I hear him groaning as I wet myself between his lips, and I blush.
His skin is silky, its plastic, its velvety, its just absolutely touchable. His skin blends into mine, his body, bittersweet, tastes like chocolate, lovely, just lovely to be in his arms.
He woke me up, he kissed me up, he sexed me up.
I think of all the things he did to me a couple of nights ago, and I pulse, I blush, I vibrate and my cheeks are red with the remembrance of his body on mine, his smell permeating into me...

He invited me to his house, he cooked soul food, we drank a bottle and a half of red wine, we talked about classic porn, there was a Spanish/ English dictionary lying around and I picked it up. "Ask a question", I said. He did, I opened up the dictionary at random, flipping the words between my fingers. "Proximity", I read. Good, he said, but who should go near who... The couch where he was lying was bigger, so I stood up and melted into his arms, feeling the wine, the desire and the sea food playing with my temperature...
We kissed, he touched me. We kissed, I touched him. I was amazed, he was so beautiful, and so touchable... I didn't sleep much, and when I could, I preferred to watch him sleeping as he wrapped himself around me.

The rest of the things we did, well, they are left to my blushing and to your imagination... but I can say that some nights later, as I remember instants of that memorable moon filled evening, I blush as if I were still a practicing virgin.