by Nathalie of arwenaragornstar
Where have you been? I waited so long
I am startled out of the usual post-coital daze by your words — it takes me a few seconds to find my way out of the maze consisting of half-formed thoughts and bright fireworks.
What is this? A throwaway comment prompted by satisfied lust?
Not at all your style, but this gal’s got to make sure, she’s still learning to trust — no longer the hermit in a hut, but…
I bend over your face, my hair falls around your head—it ripples as fields filled with rows of corn ahead of the approaching storm…
(Continue Reading: True North)