|Mooched this picture from the Lovely Havan Fellows|
Ever so slightly he shifted, his hard, tanned body brushing mine. I shiver with each pass of his flesh against me wondering what great deed I had done to deserve him. Ever smile he gave me, ever morning I woke up to him lying beside me gave me the utmost of joy. Each time I go away I take a little piece of him with me, to cherish, to remember, to feel him. When I return, we make love and I give that piece back. I love him that much.
Daring to move only a little bit to inhale his scent.
I thought, with a smile, this is what heaven smells like.
Beautifully musky with a slight tinge of aftershave and rain covered freshly cut grass. I kissed his head.
He whispered my name.
I touched him softly, trailing my fingertip along his shoulder down slightly and across his nipples. He whispered my name again and again until our lips fused again. A kiss--I cannot live without the taste of him. But the kiss ended, my breathing calmed and I snuggled closer to his warm, hardness. He fell asleep, breathing evenly.
This moment is perfect.