We wake to the soft sounds of ecstasy lingering in the air from last night.
bon Matin leaves your lips as I trace them with my tiny brown fingertips glossed with a sultry red polish I leave your lips and wander to your neck and find my self lost in your collar bones pushing through your pale glossy skin.

It's Like ivory I whisper into your neck my nose ring grazes your jawline
My wandering hands continue on the beautiful journey to your chest beating slow and heavy my long wavy hair like the night sky falls perfectly on your chest as my amber eyes meet yours
vos yeux sont magnifiques
We pitter patter against the wooden boards of our small apartment in France our naked bodies touching.
We are only two.
We are small in France.