𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄: a pronounced dearth of thermal caress, bequeathing recumbent beloved to december acold — I WAKE. ( peignoir & consciousness both donned in halves. ) bleary - eyed somnambulist sojourns to the lodestone (him), caliginous but for a blue - light aureole, limning the sleepless lover. I WALK. she of the soundless footfall, gloaming’s pale phantasm drawn into corporeality (the rousing consummated); by the touch of a sinewed shoulder, primrose mouth descending onto a 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏. ❛❛ ——— is this a day to be working so hard? ❜❜ [ leisurely, i inveigle attention … ] she slides into the cradle of him, pinion - furled sylph into a sweetened maw. I FEAST, UNHURRIEDLY. a most harmonious assemblage of fleshly constitutions, intertwined mouths a gateway to 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐍: the heart’s demesne, all yours. * concluding satiation, a nip to the nose. ❛❛ happy birthday, mitt hjerte. ❜❜
❛❛ 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘, to bed with me. ❜❜ GHOSTING alabastrine touch, traversing neck to hands, cajoling half a weight into pliancy. ❛❛ i’ve plans for us in the morning, & i would like you well - rested. ❜❜ archly, the curl of lip, coquettish in asymmetry, ❛❛ the bed is much too 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 without you. ❜❜
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