A Perfect Moment

This morning, I experienced a moment of perfection.

I was lying on an air mattress next to my fiancée. We have just moved her from her condo in Cleveland, OH. It has been a long couple of days and up until now, I had not had the time to appreciate the wonder and beauty of her presence next to mine, the softness of her skin, the attraction of her form, the smell of her dread locks.

I always wonder at the color and softness of her skin. She is so beautiful to me.

In this moment of perfection there is a certain tension. I drove for eight hours to get here. We arrived at 3:00 AM in the pouring rain. It seems so symbolic. The Chicago Metro area had been experiencing a severe drought, and now the drought is over, as is my drought of companionship. She is still tired, she has had little sleep in preparation for the move, being a detail oriented person, she has been so consumed with handling all the minutia of the move that sleep has eluded here virtually every night this week. She worked so hard to stay awake to keep watch over me as I drove. It was so difficult for me to lie beside her naked body as she slept and not disturb her much needed sleep, especially since we had both finally had a nice hot shower and were deliciously clean.

Later, as I struggled with sleep (My CPAP is currently buried deep in the truck, irretrievable without virtually removing everything the packers labored so hard to achieve) I finally just got up and began my morning cleansing. She awoke and stretched in that way that strikes my passion like a hot spark in a dry forest. She opened here eyes and gave me that loving look that fills my heart with joy. I lay down, entwining my naked body with hers and snuggled close into her breasts. I wrapped my arms around her waste and pulled her closer to me and realized that wonderful tension of sexual desire that I know will not yet be fulfilled. As I stroked her smooth skin and we talked about the remaining work that was beginning to run through her mind, I recognized a moment of perfection. That very moment required my full and undivided attention. That moment was so perfect and so sacred that nothing in the world could take precedent over such a moment. No thoughts of the past or future could intrude. There was only an eternal now of the bliss of her company in that lovely sexual tension that only two lovers can share.

A moment of perfection.