I couldn’t help but feel for you still with a desperate longing to take that enormous head of yours all bottled up in your insecurities and ego and cradle it between my naked petite breasts.
Our bodies meet together like our thoughts. Out in the open. Everything is pure. Untainted by expectation. Heavy laden by exhaustion. We are not controlled by outside forces or demands. It was just us being us. There. Last night,when we were together.