SuitableMoment

I dream of a suitable moment.

Of waking up in the crook of your arm, covered only with the scents of the night. To feel the heat simmered down to a warmth in your breath, my feet playing footsie with yours.

I dream of the strong smell of coffee wafting through the door, of the sip that turns to a kiss intoxicating and addicting. The rustle of the paper as we read, the comics, the editorial and do the crossword. Together. To laugh together, to look into each other’s eyes while we argue and debate. To end it all with a twist of the wrist, with a petulant pout giving birth to a sigh.

I dream of a suitable moment, when we can hand wrestle over the coffee table, over strewn books, coffee mugs and pens. Of looking into your eyes and reading the chapters as you struggle in vain to bring me down. Of succumbing to you just so I could be closer and in your hug again.

I dream of walking barefoot in the sand, of picking up shells broken and complete, of holding onto your hand lest the waves take me away. Of feeling the breeze in my curls across my face, and darting through the ringlets wrapped around your fingers.

I dream of writing to you. To place the notes between your waffles, in your wallet, rolled and stuck into the ignition, between the keys of your keyboard. Of seeing your eyes light up in surprise as you read them, the chuckles that follow, and the ones laced with fondness too. Of reading to you my favorite passages, and feel your intent wash over me. Of laying down alongside of you on a bed of words, full of meaning between and within.

I dream of cooking for you. With you on my side, tasting the hotness around me. The spice that matches the heat, the tongue playing a multitude of tunes. Of you to hold my waist, to nuzzle my neck as I measure the salt and the sugar.

I dream of holding you from behind as you lather your chin in the mornings. To finger scribble my name on your back, to climb onto the counter, and to nibble at that hollow of your neck. For you to remind me of the time and hurry me out, to promise me of more nibbles later in the day.

I dream of butterflies in your touch, of embers in your naked gaze, of love in your smile. Of the strength in your arms as you lift me, of the strong embrace as I cry, of the helplessness as I drag myself away.

For now,

I dream of a suitable moment when you will want to sit next to me. Of your undivided attention, of the depth of your want, of the strength of your desire. Of you breaking free your chains, of you being free to be you.

All I dream of is a suitable moment.

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