Naked, moaning softly, bathed in sweat, jaw agape and panting. Such a sight; a perfect beauty I'll not soon forget.
Charming evening's prelude to a night where passion grinds your voice to feral growl, jaw agape and panting. Such a sight.
The gentle purring now belies the howl from shattering release that takes you whole where passion grinds your voice to feral growl.
Your strong yet silken legs enfold my soul, as you recover life from petit mort, from shattering release that takes you whole.
No need to contemplate what's still in store, I'll hold this waking dream until we sleep as you recover life from petit mort.
Tomorrow's work and worries all will keep, I'll hold this waking dream until I sleep. Naked, moaning softly, bathed in sweat, a perfect beauty I'll not soon forget.
NaPoWriMo day 16...a terzanelle. Some dreams are still lovely after 30 years of mornings.