Sunday, October 4, 2009

that hour before morning turns into day.

waking up entangled in each others bodies. floating around in oceans of white sheets and bright morning sunshine. my lips are sore. the world consists of two things:

Catalena's white breasts,
Andrei's hard body,

"Now," she commands, her neck still colored with last night's kisses.

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful. You are beautiful. I will spend the day reading each and every post.