by Angela Pully We lay there for hours by the fireplace, whispering, holding, promising, speculating and making sweet love. First the flames then you gently lick my skin, alternating soft warmth and sweet chills, lulling then exciting. What sweet joy it is to realize as we loll about together: this is one of the best days we'll know. Ignoring the clock, we lay for hours, postponing the time when we have to dress and part ways. Finally, it's time. We rise slowly and bathe each other with our eyes and with warm water. Dry my skin and eyes then kiss my cheek before you leave me. I'll be here when you return home.
|Search for the Album or Artist of Your Choice!|