There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
Your hand is gentle but firm on her hair, your mouth following the curve of her neck up past her shoulders, behind the shell of her ear. "Mmm," you reply to her assessment of the danger, pulling her closer against your chest. "Spice'a life." Your hand slips up beneath her shirt, skirting over bare skin. The towel wrapped around your waist does absolutely nothing to hide the heat in your groin.
You might have gone further, except that your stomach takes that moment to loudly announce its hunger. With one last kiss to her cheek you let go, moving back to set out forks and knives and plates upon the table. Milk and sugar, too - you're not a total heathen, even if you do take your coffee black.
Then, feeling rather mystified and grateful, you sink down into your chair.
You might have gone further, except that your stomach takes that moment to loudly announce its hunger. With one last kiss to her cheek you let go, moving back to set out forks and knives and plates upon the table. Milk and sugar, too - you're not a total heathen, even if you do take your coffee black.
Then, feeling rather mystified and grateful, you sink down into your chair.
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
zephyr
