- Gender and Relationships
Burning Both Ends of the Night
Here Comes the Night
As I gaze out my window from the comfort of my bed, I can see, through the sheer gossamer curtains covering my window, the sun slowly descending below the horizon. It is quiet, except for the sound of the rain falling lightly on the roof. Otherwise, the world is quiet. I'm lying quietly on the bed, listening to the sound of the gently falling rain. As night closes in, I am filled with so many thoughts. Thoughts of him, and the rain which we both love. His smile, his laughter, his warm brown eyes, the strength of his arms and the taste of his sweet, sensual and passionate kisses. Every moment spent with him is palpable with hunger and desire. I moan, picturing him in my mind, wishing him here beside me. I clutch my pillow, holding it tight, and call his name. I can taste his kisses, feel his embrace, and I sigh with longing and an ache only he can fill.
Wait. Listen. I hear footsteps. The sound is becoming a bit louder, and I sense a shadow near the window and I hear a light tapping on the window pane. Immediately, I sit up, filled with anticipation for the love and passion only he can bring. The feeling washes over me. Is it my imagination? Or am I drifting in and out of consciousness? Are my dreams of him so strong that my mind is perhaps playing tricks on me?
No. It's not a dream. As surely as I breathe, he will be here, because he knows deep in his soul that I too, am waiting. As I lie here, I allow my mind to run free. He fills my every waking moment and consumes me in my dreams. So many fantasies play out in my head. I embrace every one. In preparation for the love he brings me, I turn down the bed, put on songs that are special to us, then light the candles.
I look at the clock. Soon, he will be here.
A Night to Remember
Oh! Listen. There it is. The sound of footsteps is real now, as is the gentle tapping on my window. He comes to my door and lets himself in. He needs no invitation. We gaze at each other across the room. My eyes drink in every inch of his tall frame. I see him and silently I'm thinking, before I lose my mind, I need you now. He walks slowly across the room, and as we stand together, face to face, heart to heart, I reach out to embrace him. Without a word, I'm under his spell, and time stands still. Slowly, he takes me in his arms, and as I stretch to meet his lips, he gently grabs my hair and pulls my face close to his, stares deeply into my eyes, and finally, the kiss I have been longing for is here, and it's real. I am instantly filled with intense passion and desire as I pull him tightly against me and return his warm, wet kisses. I hold him close, squeezing his strong arms that embrace me. My hands play up and down his arms, his shoulders and across his back. I can feel his muscles rippling as he engulfs me in his embrace. Slowly, we fall onto the bed.
Two Hearts Beating as One
No words are necessary. We undress, then stretch out across the bed. Soft kisses, soft caresses, and ever so slowly, the passion becomes stronger and stronger. Our passion and desire for each other is powerful. All it takes is a look or a touch of the hand to start the fires burning, but tonight, we know that won't be enough. We want more, as our all-consuming hunger won't let us hold back any longer. Our bodies come together, our legs intertwine, and we feel the heat rising. My body writhes beneath him. Still locked together, we roll over and over, showering each other with hot, intense kisses. I call out his name, and just as I see the stars that explode around me, he takes me. We reach heights we've never experienced before. We are spent. As we lie back in each other's arms, we quietly drink in the essence of each other. Softly, I whisper his name, he whispers mine, as we share emotions, feelings, thoughts, dreams and fantasies.
The hours tick by. Soon the morning will come. I don't want it to. I want this night to last forever. Softly, I whisper his name as I stroke his body gently. He turns to me and pulls me closer, and returns my caresses.
It's just about morning now, and, with just a touch of his hand and a soft kiss, once again we soar to heights unheard of and take that journey to our favorite place.
He takes me to the point of no return, each and every time. And so, yet again, we've burned both ends of the night.
After searching for over an hour, this was the only video of Garth Brooks' song, Burning Both Ends of the Night, which I chose as the title for this hub. I apologize for this amateur video. It is very short and only gives a verse or two, but the words are still pretty.