willing victim

Spring is coming. The land is stirring, waking from a long winter’s slumber. Tiny buds are peeking out to lift their colorful faces to the warmth of the sun. A soft breeze drifts through the tree branches. The leaves tremble and sigh.
The wide porch offers a cool haven. The old wooden swing is sturdy and weather worn. I am curled up on one end and you are stretched out like a contented cat across the remaining length of the seat. Cautiously I nudge the floor boards with my toes and set the swing in motion.  A smile forms as I allow my eyes to drift over your face. It is not often that I have the opportunity to simply enjoy the experience of looking at you without interruption. Your body is relaxed, your face unguarded as you sleep with your head cradled in my lap.
Some people bemoan the passage of time. Life does have a way of changing us. Some of the changes are subtle and some are more obvious. I find you more handsome with each passing day. I see the lines radiating from your eyes. They tell their own story. Wisdom, pain, and mischief have left their mark. Squinting against the glare of a harsh sun or even smiling can leave permanent reminders. Awake and alert your eyes can be guarded or playful and charming depending upon your mood or companion at the time. When you look at me, your gaze scorches and soothes. You make me long to be the woman that you see because in your eyes I am special.
The lines framing your mouth bear silent witness to your humor. Your laugh is contagious and conjures wickedly delicious images. A smile transforms your face from solemn warrior into a roguishly handsome devil.  The changes might be gradual or instantaneous. I spend time thinking of ways to make you smile or laugh just so I can see it again.   I remember the countless kisses, conversations, and smiles we have shared and my heart beats wildly, like a trapped butterfly.
A contented sigh escapes as I once again memorize each and every feature. Separate they are unique and appealing. The combination is breathtakingly lethal. You steal my heart with every glance, every gesture, every smile. I don’t regret losing my heart. I know it is safe in your keeping.
"How long are you going to do that?"
Feeling a bit guilty for disturbing your nap, I attempt a casual, "Do what?"
"Devour me without touching me." A sly smile appears as you turn toward me, nuzzling my belly before you continue working your way up my body .
"Did I disturb you? I was only looking."  I am more than a little breathless as our eyes meet.
"You disturb… distract… disarm… delight.. and……" Each word was punctuated by a gentle, teasing kiss that promised much more.  I no longer cared what word was next. Just like that, you stole my heart again.