Cuddles That Linger
When these pictures were taken I had already been touched by his love. I clung tightly to his scent through the shirt he wore the night before. Scent that left me moaning for more. My Love's love lingered within the fabric reminding me of joy once felt. Joy that I will be sure to see again. In his arms, in his love, he embraces all of me.
When I express pleasure for my love through words and sensual photos I always get asked how do I make love last. How does love always find it's home within me. How does it feel so good these many years later?
My reply, love lives within me. Love flows from the well deep within. I make room for love. Self-love. Love always has a place here. Love is me. By the time you see my pleasure expressed outwardly in a sensual way I've already indulged in my own pleasures.
Cuddles that linger long after he's gone leave me full and wanting for more. When he returns I'm open and ready to receive the love that he desires to pour into me. Life's pleasures, joys, and fun. We can never get enough. He fills me as I fill him. Arms open wide, lips parted aside, as he enters my love over and over again.
*Giggles*

Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Nadine. I enjoyed writing this post while sipping on a glass of wine.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ant. And thanks for stopping by!
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