Sighing

Like leaves. In the cold grey sky.

Honestly, I sometimes wish I had not fallen quite so far, so deep in love. It can hurt. It can be happy, sad, crazy, silly, mad.

And the power of the moment can carry me forward, even as I despair about the future.

Makes no sense.

Something luscious this way comes

There's something particularly wonderful about waking up to a warmth of covers. It's not so cold (yet!) that my bits are frozen, just chilly enough so that the blankets envelop me in a kind of semi-sleepy haze. The wonderfully erotic charge that happens when wakening enhances the moments. I don't want to get out of bed - this is too nice.

The chance to touch, feel, energize - it's all good.

More, please, sir?