Ugh tired as hell and had no time to time this week but I want to keep my promise to myself.
Thus shitty half formed thought thing.
Heaven is sliding into our small haven underneath the cotton sheets.
The clean scent of your skin
The secret warmth beneath your shirt, your heart beat mirroring mine.
The gentle roughness of your calloused hands as they rasp against my skin.
The way you curve, the way you cradle me.
Your soft deep breaths billowing against the back of my neck.
Stirring confusion and desire.
I don't know.
Is this lust? It can't be love.
Next weeks goal; proper short story!