“In silent slumber echo my form. Pull my bottom and back into the bend of your body. Drape your arm, protectively over my hip, cup the heavy of my breast in your hand. Grace me with your secrets, those sleep-talk whispered confessions lifted into the nape of my neck. Invade my space, colour my dreams until our waking hour.
Timeless together we rest our weary and let ourselves exist without a schedule. My beloved partner in the joining is now marked with my scent on the rough of his beard. The shaking, resounding reward is my own. Claim my joy as we recover, envelop my person, clothe my naked heart with tenderness.” – Ret
#for Reticent Mental Property. Images from staffordlakay.blogspot.com
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