Warmth. Softness. Dimmed lights, the morning sun coming up, accompanied by the smell of coffee. No need to get up right now...my hands slides over a breast, down my side, further down the cleft of my hip. I let my hand rest there for a bit, one finger on
You moved like honey in my dream last night yeah, some old fires were burning - you came near to me, an you endeared to me but you couldn't quite discern me. Fiona π