

In the still tranquility of dawn, we slowly wake together in bed. You begin to trace the contours of my skin with your fingertips, so delicate that it could be but a whisper. Feel the warmth of my body as your hand glides over my curves, leaving a trail of goosebumps along my skin. Your desire becomes apparent through your fingertips, as they continue to explore, your touch now firm in its understanding of what it wants. The concept of time leaves our minds as our bodies intertwine, the morning no longer being so still ;)