We lay under the covers, her leg draped over mine.
She's never the big spoon
and she wanted to switch things up this time.
This feels good.
It's cold outside
and her skin is so warm.
Gentle hands caress the back of my neck.
Her scent embraces me as she pulls me close.
My aromatherapy.
"This feels good," she whispers
and her words melt into my ears.
It's cold outside and I need her
more than anything.
- m.w.
About the Creator
Michael Wolfe
Always trying to make sense of things.
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