The Rival

My fingers traced your ribs through the cooling sweat and love on your hot skin. Warm night breezes teased us as my blind fingers, exploring perfect contours, paused.
Moonlight, edging into the room, kissed your shoulder and stroked your hips before creeping up your breasts and your thighs, kissing them, your stomach and your face, all at the same time.
I watched as it illuminated your perfect ethereal skin, caressing everywhere simultaneously, slowly, intently, and more gently than I could ever do.
Your glittering eyes closed in bliss; and I, a mere lover, can only lie beside you and watch.