supercilious1976

this cold raining saturday morning kiss. I woke as our lips touch; my green eyes shone with a surprise wake up at her. I was still asleep, my face, lined with wrinkles wasn't the same as when they'd met, but she thought me all the more handsome now. I had kicked off most of the blankets, like I did every night, my arms and legs all askew. My lips, she looked right at them. She wanted to kiss me but she didn't want this quiet moment to end. She motioned for me to be quiet as she unbuttoned my night shirt, kissing my chest as she squirmes her way downwards. My body wasn't hard like when I was young, she thought this softness was worth more than youth. As her lips brushes against my hairs, I feel