This morning, when you heard me stirring,
And rolled over with a grin;
When you whispered, “good morning”,
that stubble on your chin;
This beautiful morning, when we fucked in the half-light, slow;
When you murmured, “I love you”, and set my heart aglow;
When we showered together, and you washed my hair,
You bathed me so gently, with warmth and with care.
The memories of this morning, and our sweet lovers’ play,
I’ll carry them with me for the rest of today.
🐻 💋
Jupiter's Lair 
I feel like a promiscuous “lover.” I scroll through your work, read, and I’ve said in the past several times: “I love this.” But then I read something else and in my mind, I’m like, “No, I love THIS!” *sigh*
At the risk of sounding cliche, I love all of it. 🌸
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Oh my goodness! 😊 I’m so flattered and pleased that you enjoy the blog.!! You are so kind and lovely 🌷
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