"I Am Always Remembering..."

This reminded me of the first time the beloved one stayed over... While he was in the shower, I remember doing exactly this and wondering if he could hear the floor boards squeaking. Although we'd seen each other naked already, his physique was impressively masculine and mine was not.  Nevertheless, I wanted to look my best for him.  I wanted to be in every way the object of his heart's desires. I still remember being quite winded and breathless when finally he came into the room where he found me already under the covers. I recall how I raised my head on hand and elbow to see the fullness of him. To me, he was a vision of male pulchritude standing there in only his boxers. I marvelled at how his skin glistening in the moonlight that streamed through the window. And as I beheld him in that moment, I remember wondering, "How could this man who could have anyone he wanted, want me?" I was wearing nothing as I got out of bed, feeling slightly moist with perspiration from a hundred quick push-ups and a hundred quick sit-ups just minutes before. And as I watched his eyes scan my nakedness, I detected an approving smile on his face which brought both joy and relief to my heart... What next happened might surprise you, but we then got on our knees on opposite sides of the bed and we prayed together.

After the prayer, we then got into bed and he kissed me and said, "Sleep well, Dear Heart." He laid on his back and closed his eyes. As for me, I've always been a side sleeper and I've slept in the nude since I was a teenager, so I laid back down facing him.  And while not touching, he was so close I could feel his warmth under the sheets. I couldn't help myself as I reached out to caress his cheek saying, "I love you, Dearest." He opened his eyes turning his head towards me, and "I love you too" was his response.  We just gazed into each other's eyes and smiled for what seemed like hours, but could have only been a minute or two, and then soon together we drifted off to sleep.  At sometime in the night, I had turned onto my other side and away from him.  I woke to find him firmly pressed against me with his muscular arms infolding me... This was the first time in my life that I had experienced "spooning."  As I lay there blissfully enjoying the sensation of being held so firmly and so affectionately while feeling the heat of his body mingling with my own, and with his warm breath gently cooing at the back of my neck, I thought to myself, "Surely, this is the best part of love..." For the first time in my life, I felt I was not alone in the world.

I am always remembering... and my greatest fear is that I may not live long enough to forget.