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
Pinned beneath you and wrapped around you, she's heat and desire and everything you're terrified of and everything you want. And as much as you want to delve into her, to take everything and make it through to the other side, you know that this is something to savor. Something to enjoy.
"'s a guarantee."
First your eyes and then your hand traces down her cheek to her neck, her shoulder, the swell of her breast, the press of her ribs, the prominence of her hip, the curve of her ass, savoring it with an expression half of hunger, half of awe. Lust, to be sure, but it's more than that. It's a giddy understanding that she's exactly what you want, exactly what you need, even if it's undeserved.
The good thing about leaving clothes on the floor is that you always have something available. Leaning down, you grab a shirt and a towel and hold both up with a cheeky grin. "'member how I said you gotta let people take care'a you sometimes?" you ask, leaning down to press a gentle kiss upon her neck. "D'ya trust me, Vai?"
Assuming she does - because gods know you trust her - you'll take the towel and use it to secure her arms to the bed's headboard, before moving down to wrap the shirt snugly over her eyes.
"'s a guarantee."
First your eyes and then your hand traces down her cheek to her neck, her shoulder, the swell of her breast, the press of her ribs, the prominence of her hip, the curve of her ass, savoring it with an expression half of hunger, half of awe. Lust, to be sure, but it's more than that. It's a giddy understanding that she's exactly what you want, exactly what you need, even if it's undeserved.
The good thing about leaving clothes on the floor is that you always have something available. Leaning down, you grab a shirt and a towel and hold both up with a cheeky grin. "'member how I said you gotta let people take care'a you sometimes?" you ask, leaning down to press a gentle kiss upon her neck. "D'ya trust me, Vai?"
Assuming she does - because gods know you trust her - you'll take the towel and use it to secure her arms to the bed's headboard, before moving down to wrap the shirt snugly over her eyes.
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
