You You YouLast evening, the weather was cold ... brisk and skin cutting.
My skin was covered with nipping goose bumps.
I entered my room, I had even forgotten a candle was lit.
The aroma filed my nose with an ocean breeze. You stood there, I could feel a warm clement coming from your body.
I came closer to you, and took your shirt off ... You took off mine.
We slept, naked last night ... in the freezing cold ... all I could feel was your warmth ....
LittleMoonFox 18-21, F 3 Responses 1 Jan 22, 2012