I wanna go back to bed...
The sun is streaming through my window, the only sound is birds singing, my hand stitched quilt is heavy, soft and comforting...even the dogs are quiet...
Kitchen still smells like pecan honey butter and toasted English muffins...
Ummm...I'm gonna lay back against my pillow, pull my quilt back over my air-chilled bare skin...and totally relax to the thought of your warm hands caressing my entire body, starting at the tender places under my breasts...slowly working your way to.....more tender places
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She has been through hell, so believe me when I say, fear her when she looks into a fire and smiles.
~E.Corona~