It's been raining all day. I feel like taking a hot bath with lavender-scented bubbles and lit candles strewn about. Then wrapping myself up in my covers and falling asleep warm and clean, dreaming about sunny places far from here.
It's the perfect night to make love. Nice, fast sex that's in rhythm with the rain plinking on the window. But instead...I'll probably end up scrubbing myself in the shower until I'm nearly bleeding.
I can't get him off my skin.
It's the perfect night to make love. Nice, fast sex that's in rhythm with the rain plinking on the window. But instead...I'll probably end up scrubbing myself in the shower until I'm nearly bleeding.
I can't get him off my skin.
poem:
ah that sounds heavenly
phillipe:
( miss u