***In Harmony with Mahogany***

At this moment....I remember love, I remember desire, I remember being in complete harmony with the one I called Mahogany.

Do you remember......

...the way you smiled and held me that first night? A kiss on the lips, a brush on the cheek.
The way I accepted your embrace, you melting into me.....as we danced....
We danced and smiled at each other. Your smile a little wider than mine...because I was nervous. I mean, I was excited but at the same time my mind wouldn't allow me to lose focus.
My presence you invited. You stroked my back while stroking my senses, and gave me the longing to continue to be held by you from that moment until eternity.....and as I indulged the essence of you, as you stroked every element of me, I began to envision a you and a me, chasing dreams, dreaming dreams, making dreams into a reality. In you and I, I saw an affinity.

I felt this way every time Mahogany danced with me.

I felt your heartbeat in my bloodstream...as we danced so closely...oh, we danced. You made me feel like the only woman to ever touch you. I traced my fingers from your neck to the small of your back. The unspoken language of sexuality and sensuality sending waves of telepathy from you to me.....that chemistry....Back and forth and forth and back....and you rocked me in your arms. Full lips touching my ears, down to my neck. The tip of your tongue savoring the salt of my sweat. Mahogany, did you forget?

.....oh yes that sweet sweet dance. Did you fall in love that night?
That sultry, seductive music, the lyrics exposing my feelings, the mood in that space giving life to my being. Inhaling and exhaling the scent of you. Then soaking up the moisture of you. Taking none of you for granted. Trying to devour every bit of you. Wanting to feel you closer, but closer could not be unless you were actually marinating inside of me. Obsession....You not knowing how deeply I yearned your possession. My mind wandering to the forbidden, realizing it's too soon to desire such intimacy. But I needed to keep you next to me.

Mahogany, I can still feel you touching me.

...and we continued to dance.
Whispering softly how sweet I smell. My eyes barely opened. My knees on the verge of buckling, my skin began tingling, my insides exploding and your words slowly escaping your lips. Your dark delicious skin felt warm on my fingertips. Your heavy breathing killing me softly yet still..pulling me in closer and deeper into you. We began to co-exist. I became mesmerized by the movement of your hips and thighs. So much power in the way you led me. My anxiety I held back and tried desperately to keep my composure in tact. But there was no denying the sexual tension...and not to mention my yearning for more than just one night. Not wanting to seem greedy but at that moment...the hunger felt so right.

Mahogany, you consumed me that night.


Dangerously wonderful. This union so real, so comfortable. The vertical of you and I. The moves we made. The eye contact, the non verbal communication, my head on your chest, your hands on my back, the absence of hesitation, the soul in your sway, the strength in your grasp, the mind and body manipulation, the total intoxication, my desire for consummation, the 'us' without complication, the deliberation of physical and mental stimulation. The complete satisfaction. The way you touched me, the way you held me, the way you catered to me, the harmony. Do you remember my reaction? The way you romanced me when you danced with me....hmmm I will never forget.
Why did the song have to end?

I wonder, Mahogany, if we will ever be that close again.

Nimah_Soul2005