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.