WHAT’S BEHIND THE DOOR?

On my knees. Waiting for you. Anticipating you. My eyes avert yours as I hear the thud of your beautiful shoes stride purposefully over to me. Then you stop, the zipper of your pants a mere inch away from my red lips.

My hands aren’t tied so my hands can free that beauty of a bulge hiding underneath your slacks. Before you can let that happen, you kneel down and push your fingers inside me. The answer if I am ready? A slight whimper escapes my throat. What are we waiting for?

Like a puppy, the top of my head brushes up into your crotch. I’m so happy to feel you, to be here with you. It’s time to liberate this carnal energy that has us wound so tightly. My lips quiver as the silence between us writes our story. Slowly. My tongue finds its way to the warm skin in between your thighs, inching up.

Behind the door,our ecstasy is unleashed. There, we discover something ancient and hidden,
rising from within to meet the surface of our bodies. We cling to one another—not just in pleasure, but in a communion of courage. A layered connection, deeper than flesh,
because we are brave enough to open ourselves behind the door.