The eighty-seventh thing I love about us is being right in the midst and seeing a tiny bead of sweat form and glide down your throat into the hollow between your collarbones before it falls loose to bless my skin with a tiny splash of you.
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
This is like 90-something % "oh wow, hot!" and another something % "ew, sweaty, gross ..."
ReplyDeleteBut I 100% love that you love it!