By unchained_spirit@hotmail.com Submitted by Unchained Date: 2001 Aug 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.17.14.42.13240]] |
In bed alone I can drift and think of the scent of your hair at the nape of neck and the taste of you. I can think of you bent against me pressing back losing track of where you end and I begin in the thunder as your hips mold to me you cheek turns to mine and I cup the supple curves of your breasts and you reach back to touch me wound to you to me racing and gaining the stars together. A question? Do you suppose I miss you? |