Love

She stood up and walked over to me. I got out of my chair and stood up. She wrapped her arms around me and put her face in my chest. My arms wrapped around her and in a flash, I felt whole again. She lifted her lips to mine and we kissed. It was a kiss that told me she was being truthful. When she pulled away from me, she took both of my hands in hers. Her hands were so soft, so delicate.

"Come with me Jeff. I want you to make love to me. I want to be appreciated as a woman. I finally want to have sex with a man who cares how I feel."

She took my hand and we walked to the back of my house to the master bedroom. I hesitated as I walked in the room for just a second. The last woman I had slept with in this bed was Susan. It felt strange, but somehow, it felt right.

We fell into bed locked in each other's arms. There was no urgency, no rush. I wanted to do this right. We kissed over and over, breaking only long enough to look at each other. No words were used, none were needed. My hand w