The sun still asleep as the moonlight illuminates the bare room. The wooden floor seems alive, inhaling and exhaling with the sway of the wind. A frame rooted to the ground as a mattress makes its home in this fallen tree. The sheets appear as pure as a snowladden landscape. It begins to dance as a breeze snakes over them. Two beings lay there peacefully under the calm night sky as the world sleeps.
I hear the birds begin their songs and I lay there thinking about how good you’ve been. Your skin is better than silk sheets wrapped around me, cool to the touch and a wildfire to the thought. How hard it’s been denying you for these past weeks. As my arms squeeze your soft flesh. How I can’t wait to tear you apart. Taste every hole. Feel your body quiver in anticipation. Hear your soft moan escape as a breath in the winter air. Listen to you moan in pleasure and pain, begging for your desires to be fulfilled.