I like seeing you out in the cold wearing something warm, sharp wind on your soft face, your hair dancing in the wind.
I like seeing you dripping wet from the sea with goosebumps rippling across your back and down your arms and down your chest and blooming out in strained nipples against soaked lycra.
You're hottest when you're suffering oh-so-slightly, just on the edge of comfort, but still mostly enveloped in warm sensations...like when I wake up and realize I hogged most of the sheets and you're curled up cuz you're cold and I replace the sheets over you and kiss you on the cheek and you never knew any of that happened.
Peace,
msi.
I like seeing you dripping wet from the sea with goosebumps rippling across your back and down your arms and down your chest and blooming out in strained nipples against soaked lycra.
You're hottest when you're suffering oh-so-slightly, just on the edge of comfort, but still mostly enveloped in warm sensations...like when I wake up and realize I hogged most of the sheets and you're curled up cuz you're cold and I replace the sheets over you and kiss you on the cheek and you never knew any of that happened.
Peace,
msi.