His fingertips bring such soft caress as they trace the outline of her dress. No fumbling now that moment passed. With every touch unlike the last. She’s unaware of the time and day. He makes the hours melt away.
The sheets are crisp against her skin. She smells his flesh, she breathes him in. Under her breath she screams his name. She needs him now to stop the pain.
Scribblings of Curiosity 