"Innamoramento - Part 7"

By Tim Shaw () and Geneviève Thibeault ()

The sun was rising on the beautiful city of Seattle when you fell asleep. As for me, I couldn't help but look at you. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes of you. I never thought tonight would be so memorable....

You took my hand in yours and led me to my bedroom.

I can't really explain it but I've never been that nervous to the anticipation of making love with someone since my first time, I guess. Which was quite a long time ago. Nervous because I didn't know what you were expecting from me. I didn't know what went on in this little head of yours for the last 7 years, so I had no idea what little scenarios you planned for you and me. I just knew you'd been dreaming about it for quite a while. I only hoped I wouldn't disappoint you.

We got to my room and you closed the door behind us. You walked toward me, very slowly, as if you still weren't sure all of this was happening. You sat beside me on the bed, and you asked me if it was a good idea to go that fast. That was you. You always took in consideration what I had to say. All I did was look into your innocent blue eyes, and kissed you with all the tenderness I had in me. This time we both knew nothing could stop us, and this magical moment would happen tonight. Simply because we wanted to. Because we wanted each other.

We looked at each other, none of us wanting to break this perfect moment. You simply unbuttoned the first button of my blouse. Looking at your trembling hands. Looking at my skin, which was revealing itself to you a little more with each move you made. Until you totally opened it, and ran your fingers on my naked skin. You barely touched me. Just caressed me, like if you were afraid of hurting me. You took my blouse off, let it drop on the floor, and kissed my shoulder. I closed my eyes. I never felt so desirable in my whole life. I had the feeling I was the most beautiful woman in the world right now, just because you touched me like the most precious thing anyone can possess. I never felt a desire so intense taking over my entire body. The whole thing was quite simply erotic.

I undid the buttons of your shirt, and for the second time I was able to see, to feel your skin under my fingers. I saw you shiver when my hand touched your chest. I just wanted to discover you, to kiss every single part of your body, to run my hands on your naked skin. I wanted you so bad...

You unhook my bra, and I couldn't help but blush. You took it off very slowly, and I felt your lips going down my shoulder, to the front of my neck...and I couldn't help but moan. I was completely losing my mind, and you knew it. And you wanted the torture to last as long as I could bear it. But passion was gaining over me, and before long I took you head in my hands, brought you back to my lips and kissed you with all the passion, all the rising desire I had in me. We just stayed there for a while, kissing like the end is near, lying on my bed, both breathless.

You undress me completely, and you looked at me. Like you never looked at me before. Like I was some sort of apparition...and I ask you, quite simply, if I was what you expected. To which you answered that I was even more than that. I stood up in front of you, undressed you myself, and looked at you too. You really were beautiful. I told you, and somehow it made you smile. Like if no one ever told you something as true and as simple before. 'You're beautiful.'. You looked me in the eyes, and whispered that you loved me, and that if I wanted it to stop to just say so. But I had no intention of stopping anything. I took your hand, and led you slowly to the bed. And as I felt desire from both sides rising to the point where we thought we would go crazy, I whispered to you to make love to me. And you did.

It was heavenly. It was absolutely amazing. As if we had been making love together forever. Just knowing the touch, the kiss, the words to set the other on fire. And then I touched the sky. I was yelling your name, my nails digging in your back, losing total control of myself. I never felt something so powerful before, so earth shattering, so intense. And no man ever made love to me like you did before. Never. I didn't have the impression that you were making love to me; we were making love together. Together. And we fell in each other's arms, breathless, lifeless, until another touch, another word would light the fire again. Only one word could describe it : perfection.

The sun is rising on the beautiful city of Seattle and you sleep peacefully beside me, smiling in your sleep. I kiss your cheek, and put my head on your chest. Feeling, hearing your heart beat. The beat of your heart. Of our heart. Innamoramento. Feeling, hearing the birth of a love. Of our love. Forever.

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I lie awake in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, events of the last hours which have burned into my memory with the heat of a thousand brightest suns replaying themselves continuously in my mind.

Never did I think it possible, until now, that such perfection could exist, that 2 people could ever want each other as much as we did. I have never experienced anything so intense in my entire life. It was as if you slowly set every nerve in my body ablaze with passion until the flames consumed me entirely.

I feel as though I gave you everything within me, my body, my heart, my spirit, my last breath. Yet I do not feel empty, for you gave me no less. For the first time in my life I felt desirable, it seemed as if I had seen myself through your eyes and found that the person I am and the person you want me to be were indeed the same, I felt no urgency or panic to please you, I felt no fear, only you. It seemed that we had made love a thousand times, before we even met, as though we were divided halves of a single being.

Looking at you, asleep, head resting against my chest, the smooth, porcelain skin of your body, and your warmth held tight against me, the gentle caress of your breath as you exhale, the hint of a smile on your face, I could draw the conclusion that you are an angel, an angel sent to me. You look so beautiful, so serene, so peaceful, so perfect in your sleep, I can't help but wonder of what you must be dreaming, if I am as much a part of your dreams as you of mine. I could live the rest of my life like this, I could die now and find heaven itself pale in comparison with you.

I can't help but wonder what strange twist of fates brought the two of us here now. Surely I did not deserve you. You might think I regret the 7 years of hell I spent loving you more every day but finding it a love impossible to express, the agony of the thought of losing you forever, but if it came down to it, and the only way we could end up where we are now was to suffer for 7 years, if I had known tonight were to happen then, I would enjoy every minute, make a heaven from my hell, because I know now that you were worth every second. I would wait for a thousand years if I knew, in the end, you would love me.

I love you, Daphne.

The End