lunar_mourning

It’s 3am, you’re alone and feel the weight of the world fading off your shoulders as your aching body is cradled by the cushioning of your mattress. Thoughts flutter from your mind, leaving only a blanket of peace warming your tired soul. Slowly, through the blackness of this space of rest and comfort, you feel your body begin to awake in another way. My curves, my voice, my lips on yours. You feel the weight of my body envelop yours as I ride you and my hands outline the edges of your chest. The softness of my skin and the purpose of my passion will keep you warm tonight. Let me be your rest. Let me take control.