I see images all the time when we lay together in the soft warm glow of our room. It doesn’t matter if he is claiming me, hurting me, or loving me. I see them.


Today after eating our lunch in bed (who decadent!), I wrapped myself around his legs. Not my legs around his but my arms around his, with my head toward his feet and my leg over his chest. It was lovely to feel the soft fur of his legs against me, to kiss on his knees, his shins, his calves. I loved running my hand along the length of his limbs, lazily tracing the shapes of his body.


After a little while I look down the length of his body, past my hip, my thigh to see his face contentedly gazing at me… what I wouldn’t have done to have had my camera at the ready.