Not the body, he treasured her soul. His first touch on her navel felt like the curling of a touch me not. The nimble fingers on her goddess-like torso made her skin goose up.
Like thread-less snakes they coiled to essence every crease of their bare trunks.
The cold night warmed up the folds of the bedsheet. Hormones played the piano with the orchestra of tenderness and lust. The...