It was a beautiful star filled night out on the Mesa of New Mexico, so my husband, my husband’s friend who is visiting from out of state and I were all outside enjoying the cool September air. She (our friend) slipped away to grab a sweater from inside our guesthouse where she is staying. Taking advantage of this free, rare moment, I leaned against my Jeep and sighed. I began expressing how I feel like I haven’t seen him all month between work, our friend and the kids. He leaned in sympathetically and gave me a kiss.
“I know baby, I feel the same. I wish I could spend more time with you.”
His kiss was enough for my hands to drop to my side and for my heart to flutter. I wanted more of him. I breathed him in. His face, his beard, the way his breath smells. How good it feels when he holds me so close and with so much love. The way he made my body feel in that moment was too much for just a kiss. I wanted to feel the sweaty sweet encounter of our bodies entangled. I wanted to feel our souls connect. I wanted to take him all in. All of him. With just a kiss from this man I was wet and wide eyed wanting him deeply.