Mounted and clothed…

Looking up. Laying sight on what’s above. Witness to how eyes fall to me laying on thy back. Attached to the visual of ever the heart lacks.

Hair hanging and damn near a mess. With a smile reaching through each strand aimed at my chest. Through a stare shared a reaction is felt easing with life. As the silence of emotion releases a gentle sigh.

Beauty speaks from a grin telling on the inner makings that cannot be hid. It’s the facial expressions and the shape of the lips. Coming down to meet me waiting for the compression of a kiss. Breaths touch in between the interaction pleasing the ribs.

Comfy and content with a lil time spent on a friend. Wanting the day to last beyond it’s end. Tendencies move the limbs tips caressing the skin. Complete bliss creating a vibe is the depths uprooted by a irresistible twist.

Mounted and clothed there’s a sensual sensation that takes affect. Rounding out the mind in thoughts that loosen to the thrill of intent met. In the middle of soft chuckles where air moves to the side. The taste of honestly never lies…