Finger Tips So Gently...

My friend was shot today. The entire Area Command was in chaos. Our commander was stressed...

Good news is that my friend lived and the suspect's in custody...I'm dissapointed he's alive.

It was a pointed reminder that life can be short. And it was a point that my wife made a connection with...

My wife...what she does to me. I remember the first time I saw her in her entirety...a purple shirt and black skirt...her skin drove me crazy even before I felt it. I just knew.

I arrived home from a day of complete emotional turmoil...if my friend had died, he would have been the forth officer to die in our city in less than eight months. We waited on edge...

She saw it on me...felt it...and as she always does she took me from a place far away, to a place far away with her...a place only she can take me.

With a soft devilish smile, and few words, she kissed me deep and passionately. She brought me to her and bared my skin so it could touch hers.

I fell into her, as I did six years ago, and swam in her passion. Her love purified me. The fear and anger faded from me and all that existed was her.

With her finger tips on my skin and our bodies fused she spent me like only she can...her soft breath and gentle kisses lulled me even further into her as I lay next to her...her fingers still caressing my skin.

She made today ok...and she made me able to face tomorrow...