I'm safely wrapped in your arms, the light steady breeze of your breath on my skin as we luxuriate in the afterglow; a strand of my hair has fallen across your face and I reach out to lift it off, careful not to wake you, but I can't resist to touch you while I watch you sleep. I smooth my palm against your cheek, trace a finger along your lips and feel them part in a smile. You nip my fingertip, teeth grazing my skin, an instantly arousing sensation. We kiss, caress, explore and enjoy, a sensual dance, a constant sway between passion rekindled, replenished, replete.
This is what I live for, this is my fantasy and my reality. Moments of intimate connection interchanged with lustful frenzy and silent reflection. Could it be yours, too?
