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savoring each kiss

Sunlight slowly seeped through the drawn shades

Excerpt from “A Friend Request,” sequel novel to Uncommon Bond by C L Gillmore

“The grays of early morning were beginning to fade as sunlight slowly seeped through the drawn shades of the upstairs bedroom windows and edged across the narrow dark oak flooring.

I turned to my side, propped up an elbow and rested my head against my hand… and watched her sleep.She lay on her back, nestled in a soft pile of quilts and sheets and feather pillows across the big brass bed. The same brass bed I kissed her and tucked her in one cold winter night long ago.She was beautiful then. She was beautiful now.I gently reached for her, drawing her sweet, soft body next to mine. She snuggled against me—head resting on my chest—her arm and leg draped over me like a warm, sensuous blanket. Skin against skin.She’d reached for me in the night in much the same way—wanting the closeness—needing the reassurance that I was there next to her.

The music, the words played in my head, my memory…

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead.
I long to see you in the morning light…
I long to reach for you in the night.
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead.
(Bob Dylan, Lay Lady Lay 1969)

As a young man, I remembered making love to her all night, over and over. Just the thought back then—kissing her, touching her, being inside her—made me ache from wanting. Made me hard from needing.

Now making love was different for both of us—deliberate, measured, unhurried—yet no less intense. Our bodies, our minds were at a different place, not just older, but more experienced with everything of life.

Gone was the urgency to cross an imaginary finish line or to hurry toward a self-imposed completion. Instead each touch, kiss, caress and embrace became a meandering side road to explore and savor before moving on.

Who would have thought this back then? Who would have thought love adjusts to every season?