at night when i lay in bed i often
fantasize about how you're here next to me holding me close how our voices are so low because we are that relaxed and how i
run through your hair and over your face (i love doing that) and i give your hands permission to explore me little do you know do you how aroused i get by just one little touch or your short breath on my back my fingers need to trace your form too the
outlines as much as the details every hiding inch is of great importance to me
then when our tongues join
the exchange let me tell you that there is no other place or time i can imagine id rather be then right here in
the smooth wetness of your tongue in
the last resort for broken lovers too stupid or hopeful or both to ever give up that promised piece of bliss.
