Only seven nights ago, he took my hand.
Only seven nights ago he opened the door: the floodgates.
Only seven nights ago, I kissed his hand, the flesh below his thumb; his hand trailing across my face.
Only seven nights ago, my fingers, steeped in my own desire, penetrated his mouth.
You are penetrating my thoughts.
Only seven nights ago, his hand caressed mine, turning the band of gold , skin within.
Only seven nights ago he delicately felt the inside of my wrist: no one has, except me...since that dark night.
Only seven nights ago he clasped my hand as I lay beneath as I let him inside; as I let him unravel me; trust in me...
White satin.
White sheets.
White sunlight.
You linger still, in my lingerie.
Only seven nights and you are still within me...just there...captured.
In my head.
In my head.
Needing the human touch...in my head.
