You ask how do I rejuvenate?
My problems are left where my clothes go when we make love. All over the room the moans echo in the darkness. The felt of your throbs affirms the chemistry. Between us is simplicity. I position in your body , mine, the covers hide our naked skin. My body longs to be touched, my sweetness wants to be tasted. My desire is to be heard louder than the tv as it’s playing. Late night shows as we drift away, my thought is could this be real or knockoff? Could the person I need be right behind me? Grasping my body the weight of his slumber weighing on mine. Sleep so peacefully or is this a lie? Is this apart of who I am or subconsciously making it up, if I move I’ll wake him up leaving him no other option then to turn away. The smell of his skin the whiff of his breath. I need that each night. The look in his eyes his smile makes me feel strong. You ask me how I rejuvenate? Hunny this is why ☺️