You greet me secretly.
Soft brown skin waiting for me.
Warm and soft.
Strong and soft.
Smooth and soft.
I smile.
Would it be too cliché to say that I had a feeling?
My thoughts as I floated down the last balcony or tiredness were filled with contemplations of how nice it would be if your heat was there…
Waiting for me.
I open the door and a familiar smell is waiting but signs of you are not present.
I brush the buzzing thoughts away and take off my shoes.
Silly me.
Sleep calls me and as I prepare to find her I see you.
Unexpected but very welcome.
Cold light brown skin climbs hungrily, hurriedly beneath covers.
I smile.
This is what I want.
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I thought your last post said......... Never mind, everyone is entitled.
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