Should I write you an erotic story of the day i spent with you? Should i talk about how soft your body seemed against mine? Maybe i should tell you that when your hands slipped into the unknown, i almost winced. Maybe i should let you know just how much i really like you.
I stood in the doorway, and you stood facing me. Candles lit, blankets in place, we were waiting. But for what. You lay me down, and caress my hair. Ah, i love that, and you know it. time lingers on and sweat builds. your lips slightly touch mine and my heart flutters about. Im so close to being part of you. In that moment i was so close and in the next, i was there. I became part of you in a single movement. I loved it and i let you know with a hushed moaning sound. And then the doorbell rang.