An Intimate Game of Chess

The soft caress of an exploratory glance holds my mind captive; wandering through their desires. A subtle finger tip gentles rubs over the glass tumbler with a touch of intrigue and interest; the pawn slowly advances... careful to maintain attention. A suggestory nod, a slow suggestive stretch my way whispers an intimate foreshadow of a story yet to be written; a gentle puff in my ear. The opposing pawn draws a step closer; the two players exchange opposition for intrigue and interest.

Our eyes become bright with anticipation of what is to come; thoughts race wild through our imaginations. The game of chess has begun and the players become entwined in a mysterious act of eroticism.

I lean close and hint that the current setting is 'boring'; less suiting for what is to follow. They follow, and the game is over... We've both won this match; with only two pawns.

A puff of breath blows through the encasement of my ceramic flute; a relic of by gone days and tribes. The mystery and eroticism grow; the yearning burns deeper. A soft question, a subtle answer... a button comes undone. A whisper, two bodies draw closer, and a gentle kiss; nibble on the side of the neck. Another button... contact is made and curiosity starts driving our hands to places they haven't gone before; exploration. A gentle tease and slight laugh. These are what drive a night full of excitement, laughter, exploration, and erotic curiosity.

Such was a night that I will always remember... A night of mystery... A night of pleasure... A night of pure intensity and passion...

Perhaps we can repeat this night; perhaps not, but it has given me a taste of what to look for in love, in eroticism. Without the laughter, the smile, and the fun, the eroticism... the entire act of sex, becomes nothing but a dull moment; not worth remembering.