

I love these slow mornings...π₯°
When the sun barely breaks through the curtains and the blanket wraps me in warmth. But today my thoughts are not innocent at all. π
I would like to wake up to your hot touch... to feel your warmth next to me.
Imagine me reaching for you, our bodies intertwined... What would happen next?π
Write to me and maybe I will tell you my version of this morning. Or I'll show you... π