I woke up hungry for you. My mouth parched… a thirst that can only be satisfied by your skin. I reached over for you in bed this morning only to find empty sheets. Incredibly disappointing after the dream I just woke up from. Now that you’re home I intend to satisfy my needs…
I turn the lights down low and play some soft jazz. The same jazz we first danced to in the streets of New Orleans. I sit you down, on the pile of pillows I have assembled in the corner and place a glass of red wine in your hands.
I walk over to the clothes chair in the corner and throw on an oversized silk button down. I leave it unbuttoned of course, I know you love it when you get the unexpected flashes. I heat up some oil, the smell of lavender filling the room. I glance back at you and you are leaning back, wine in hand, a slight smile on your face. You are relaxed. Good, you deserve it. You deserve all of it.