While the Bedroom Hymns Play
Euphoria is the feeling of your legs tangled with mine through bed sheets It’s a sleepy and sacred thing
Resting safely in your arms
Breaking silence
Catching our breath after a naughty, passionate, love-filled episode
A happening of no rush, no pressure
But mere organic bond.
Drawing me closer to you for the sake of showing you how much I love you. Vice Versa.
Nibble my fingers and I’ll do yours I love you
You love me
And that’s what it’s for.
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