In between deep kisses, he murmured Spanish sweet nothings. When I asked what it meant he said simply “good things”.
His touch was reverent, in that slow and unhurried way. His tongue explored my lips and mouth gently . The Pacific Ocean crashed in the background, the sound of her waves the pulse to the energy that flowed between us.
My heart was cracking open like the coconut the cowboy opened on the beach earlier in the day. It felt like two halves laid out in front of me, presenting a choice of either being fearful ad letting the tears spill or surrendering to the experience by relaxing and welcoming the powerful emotions that kept pouring through me the same way the waves kept coming to shore.
He struggled with the English for it, saying “I can feel you… melt? Melting?” . I exclaimed yes, that is the correct word and that is exactly what is happening .
I was grateful this moment was happening in a place where time already slows down. As the night grew on, the stars revealed themselves overhead and the tiny hermit crabs began scuttling about.
I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder and his head leaned to rest onto mine.
He showered me with kisses that were generous and not greedy. Kisses for the sake of kissing. He asked how I felt, if this was okay. Later he said as he kissed my hands and up my arms “I hope this is okay. I like to kiss.” I giggled back “i like to be kissed”.
He listened attentively and with curiosity and we found that we have a lot in common as it comes to world views and perspectives and hobbies and personalities .
I rested my forehead on his, running my fingers through his hair, in awe at the softness from the salt water. I kissed him back with the same slowness and reverence and at one of his soft sighs I ask a soft why and he says “I’m melting”.
What is love but absolute presence ? Experiencing another soul - not for their body - but for their spirit. Can we learn to be okay with the fleeting nature of it all?
Slowly intertwining our fingers, grazing our hands back and forth up and down. I lean towards him slowly for a kiss. We breathe deeply into each other and again he whispers some Spanish words. I pull back slightly, titling my head in “qué?” and he just smiled, shaking his head slightly and said, “good things”.
When joy comes, when beauty visits, when love arrives- can we greet it with a huge embrace and say “thank you for visiting again” , rather than worrying about how long it’ll stay?
Love has found me and love will find me again .
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