Calm

I'm imagining us laying down and I'm holding you, your eyes closed with your head gently rested on my arm. Your hand lays on my chest cause you know I love it there. Every time you move it away, I move it back. My other hand rubbing on your stomach and you move it to your breast, not sexually, just for the sake of comfort. Rubbing it as I think "our bodies are harmonizing." Your vibrations, your frequency messing with mine, easing it. Your body heat warms mine. I can feel your relaxation and I can feel your mind at ease. I can hear your moans of comfort. At this point I'm excited and I begin to gently run my fingers all over your body. You moan more often as my touch is calming to you. My entire task is to calm you, yet you being in my arms is what calms me. The ability to reach out and touch you, hold you, or even harmonize with you calms me.

This feeling is as serene as the ocean sounds in the middle of the night. Or as grand as the sunrise while on a remote island. Better, is the combination of both, the sounds of the waves crashing into land, the fresh smell of the sea in the air, all while as the night turns to day upon the slow and steady arrival of the calming sun.