I like to wait while his mouth kisses my neck, moving down to where my neckline goes deep, and my breasts hurt swollen a little, waiting for his hands to begin, and my hair is falling loose over my bare shoulders, and my mouth is soft and wet and wanting under his.
I have told the sky all my loneliest thoughts of you. And all it does is shine star light back at me. But I guess that’s what makes it such a good listener.
*10th wedding anniversary*
are you sure you like like me