Winter, so many levels of the cold that swirl through the season. Some days a warm buried sense vibrates through the city, the snow built high around the houses creating an insulation against the elements of time and nature. The skies edged in a pink horizon that brings on big fluffy snowflakes pounding to the ground. This is the time that you have to go outside, and feel the comfort of winter.
Hibernation, a time to dream and run with the imagination. Safe, exploring new realms that can delight your essence. It was one such day as this that made me smile. I had the day to myself, waking to a delicious breakfast of you. I saw you scurry out the door late and smiled, reflecting on your tongue, your mouth and how it found the forgotten, needful spots on my body that morning.
Lying now safe amongst the raw sexual aromas locked into our sheets, I close my eyes to the winter elements and bask in the memory of that morning. Slowly the warmth of your mouth, moving from the inside of my knee, nibbling, feeding on the lust that built within my soul. Small places that get ignored regularly, being feed and feeding you. Hands grasping me, kneading me, defenseless, tied to the bed, so you may do with me what you will. My hips being clung to as your mouth traveled across the map of my body, feasting on all the lonely places that call to you. Finally, when I think I can't take anymore, you find the place that will make me drop off the edge of the ledge.