Pearls Sliding Down My Neck

I turn my head as you run your lips down my neck. The pores of my skin stand up at attention to your touch. Mornings like this create a day that I want to end just so I can get to the next morning. Nothing exists outside of my bed, it's our own private world. I moan softly to let you know this is exactly what I want. You like it when I give you verbal and nonverbal feedback. I stretch to get longer and press myself against you and your kisses become gentle bites on my nape. The cool breeze from the window is a sharp contrast to the heat our bodies are creating. The sheer white curtains dance to the silent rhythm that our hearts are beating out. I notice these things. It is all part of the choreography of our passion. You pull back and look at me. Eye to eye. Soul to soul. Another favorite part of our love making ritual. You slide over onto your side and prop yourself up on your elbow and take your fingertips for a trip down the lines of my body. I love when you do this. I