Two pillows lying in an empty bed.
One you'll lay down upon, and the other that begins to warm it’s self.
Upon the touch of your breast, It’s corner laid upon your cheek.
A body pillow.
You hold just as gently between your thighs.
Warming there as well…
Who would be there if you could have him?
Laying with you all?
So entwined..
Faces… Inches apart in candle light conversations… about the script of
Hearts, and souls
a Play.
So much into.
The gentle touch of hands, and lips. upon the back of your neck.
Just below your hair line.
Tongue, pressed hard against the muscles. Sensations run from.
Racing threw your body.
As your lips. Give room for your teeth to bite into the muscle of his flesh.
Hard enough to sense his tension. Then slowly pulling his head from behind yours.
Leading into a passionate kiss. Then from the dream, to awaken!
Clutching that pillow as you fingers finish there well rehearsed propellant.
Not of self discover, but of self gratification.
An ecstasy you awaken from to find a neglected candle has, set the bed a blaze.
That’s the problem with small flames.
One must always be aware of where they place them.
To prevent them from getting to far out of control.