by katyt » Fri Dec 13, 2024 2:01 am
This is what I treasure.
In the quiet of the night,
as we both dream.
I rest my hand on her warmth,
a gentle touch, a silent connection.
If she stirs,
it’s a signal—
an invitation,
a wordless yes.
I trace kisses along her spine,
soft and unhurried,
drawing us closer in the stillness.
The memory returns:
the earthy scent of autumn leaves,
freshly raked,
their richness pressed against my skin.
I recall the forest floor,
its mysteries cradled in my palms,
a world alive with depth and wonder.
In her presence, I feel it again—
a quiet offering,
a sacred moment.
"This is my soul,"
she seems to whisper.
"Take. Hold."
This is what I treasure.
In the quiet of the night,
as we both dream.
I rest my hand on her warmth,
a gentle touch, a silent connection.
If she stirs,
it’s a signal—
an invitation,
a wordless yes.
I trace kisses along her spine,
soft and unhurried,
drawing us closer in the stillness.
The memory returns:
the earthy scent of autumn leaves,
freshly raked,
their richness pressed against my skin.
I recall the forest floor,
its mysteries cradled in my palms,
a world alive with depth and wonder.
In her presence, I feel it again—
a quiet offering,
a sacred moment.
"This is my soul,"
she seems to whisper.
"Take. Hold."