Saturnday
eight minutes ago you knocked on my door. I opened it carefully loosening four chains then turning the key. you had mentioned you were going to bring a friend but you didnt and i am relieved to not have to waste extra energy on my interpersonal skills. so i enjoy just being and feeling myself with you and that its ok and right to be silent when theres no need for noise. not that my voice was made for keeping quiet but its been a long day and i've had my verbal share. I am relaxed. you bring tenseness from where ever it is you're coming from. we follow the music that leads us to the bedroom. still no talking. I start undressing you then myself, its not a greedy or desperate energy, just a mellow, caring vibe as if to invite you to come down, let loose, breathe out.
I am tying your hair. you are stroking mine, undoing it til its free. your breath is on my neck, my back. are you kissing my shoulder blades? this is how we stay for a bit. my head bent backwards resting on your shoulder while you touch my breast very slowly very carefully and my waist and my belly and my hips and thighs. there is movement beneath my lap that excites me. I think its time for a kiss. make it last long. Saturnday long.
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