A Random Image

Jett Superior laid this on you on || July 28, 2002 || 6:24 am

I can’t wait to get into the cool comfort of my bed; to slide in there next to my husband and mold myself to his long body, smelling his rich warm scent on sleepy skin.

He has the hands of a bass player, strong and graceful and sure, and I love the way he places the flat of his palm against a curve here, into a dip there, and his fingers follow easy suit.

I like the way his eyes look when he first wakes up, all cat-like and sleepy, how slow and easy grins grace his mouth before he’s even had a chance to open his eyes to half-mast. I like his nearness. I adore his friendship. I enjoy the simple act of us sleeping alongside one another and I missed him last night.

I had a ball, but my body feels put out: not so much by the lack of sleep as it does by the lack of companionship in the wee hours.

Catch you on the flip side.

Nobody worked it out »

Don´t be shy. Lay it on me.

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